Carcass - Inpropagation

"A body is committed to a public mortuary. Any victim of sudden or unexpected death will be brought here for a post-mortem by a pathologist; their job is to establish the cause of death. But sometimes a body is unrecognizable. Then it is vital, especially if murder is suspected, to establish identity..." Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake For hot dry powdered human slag Still steaming in the crematorium's grate Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed Spreading this human potash, as ash matured Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as manure... Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed (Lead fills: Dust in the mausoleum by W.G. Steer) Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch These charred chassis desired Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again (Lead: Compost humous horticulture by M. Amott) Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed Ploughing this abhorrent human manure Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for the soils to devour... Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed And there's still no rest for the dead (Lead: Humanure by W.G. Steer) I propagate - dust in the grate Ashes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot Incumbent - latent calories are spent Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils... Reaping the gone, to nourish the land Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean... So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead Their rest which I disturb... Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones My cash crops now grow...