E.C. Rose The dying shrieks In cannibal creeks Of half-digested men; Eviscerated buccanneers, Emasculated pioneers; And like to these in thy worst, foulest dreams, Putrescent corpses in a reeking pit Do rise and clutch thee, giving raucous screams And smear thy visage with their bloody spit. Rancid odour, Foetid breath, Swift convulsion, Sudden death. Scrunch! Vengeance! Life! Death! No! Catalepsy catastrophic! Catalysmic cineration! ! !. |