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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Worm larder, worm scullery, bone house – a cheep, poorly made coffin usually with gaps in the woodwork.
Keep the sun and keep the rain
until my lover comes again.
Keep the stars and keep the sky,
I wish them well and say goodbye.
Keep my cash and will to live,
I’ve finished now, no more to give.
I don’t care much for rotten life,
keep that too and keep the strife.
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