When death comes "ring-a-ring-a-rosies" with demons of the earth rusting my flesh welcoming me to the ossuary lynched by dark by the posse comitatus as the scythe swings when death comes a posket full of posies
Is an elephant on opium Weaned off. Going berserk Throwing things around Tearing the Polaris into fragments. Hurricanes Storms Flooding. Scorching summers Arctic winters There is no end To the elephants Despair. Slim the elephant Normal food It will soften Its rampage And trumpeting.