Worm larder Jane
she rose again,
as the earth did peal away.
She shrieks and moans,
through silver bones,
full moon as bright as day.
Her rotted flesh
was born a-fresh,
the bone-house planks now torn.
Feet struck with blight,
this dreaded night,
into the darkness born.
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