The dead, The damned, All lay behind. Skin and voices Scarcely met, All of life that remains. All dust is dust, And blood is dust. The branches are leafless. The ocelots are clawless.
Serpents lie And worms with apples are abundant.
The gravestones cry o'er empty sockets filled. The roots are fled. Bones turned to dust Are lacking in fertility. Cities decay, And crumple down, Bleeding, bleeding, Empty bled. Fires burn to ashes.