Lus Sepulcri
John McEntee
Soil that surrounds
Fester underground
Tombs so profound
Shrouds fall unbound
Reduced to dust
Epitaphs carved
Overgrowth barbed
To live with filth by choice we don't
To die with filth by right we won't
My work is to dispose
But never bury those
Faithful decompose
I will appose
Bloodline died
Generations piled
Side by side
To live with filth by choice we don't
To die with filth by right we won't
Take your divinity (elsewhere)
Silent (in your) empty stare
Wasteful life the holy lied
For I interred when you died
I won't cremate
Vermin permeate
Apostate
To live with filth by choice we don't
To die with filth by right we won't