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Insipid fumes
from the
chimney.
In the
I calmly pillage
and
for hot dry
human slag
still in the
grate.

ebullition,
bones tar, dehydrates
for my deleterious
so I may cultivate..

mortal mechanism dies
in rich.
In the turf you lie
for the taking.

Charred
as as lime,
no do I need.
flesh
used as
to and
seed.
Spreading human potash
as ash matured.
my rich harvest.
Bring out dead...
for use as manure!

Irrigating are shed.
But the ground be fed.
And no rest for the dead.

and dusting up
the contents of urns.
morsel that glows
as in the fire.
all hope
of dispatch.
These charred desired.

Exequiet performed.
A coronach up the flu.
my execrable inferno.
Even in the
there's to do.

The nitrogen content
the is weak.
At the mourners cry.
You're never to again.

brisket renews
the
to my seed.
bodies
are my
to use them as feed.
Ploughing this
manure.
Seedling my harvest.
Bring out dead
for the to devour.

Dry the are bled.
because the
be fed.
Still no for the dead.

I
in the grate.

to ashes.
to dust.
Diluted in
and on crops.
Charcoal, fats,
and soot
fertilising
active furtile rot.

Incumbent.
Latent are spent.

to ashes.
to dust.
Renewing the
with corrupt.
scrapings,
a must.
To the hot
the are trussed.

Harvesting the
to the soil.
the spent
with my spoils...

the gone
to the land.
Replenishing pastures
my uncanny sleight of hand.
Restoring the balance.
my seed.
Defalcating the
I and glean.

So I recite my lament.
for the dead.
Their rest I disturb.
Where should row upon row
of cold remembrance stones
my cash now grow.