Condemnation of your name
There will be no hero's death
When tumors eat from your bosom
And the mares call
That red the cock burns
Like a sacrifice to the gods bestow
Body and soul
Ability and will
The reaping scythe sweeps
And the dead digger smiles as he takes your measurements
He starts shoveling
And croons his dead digger thank you song
He digs and shovels and scratches and scrapes
He holds his shovel as dearest friend
Cut your wound in the skin of the world
So the perishable seed which shall never germinate