Here lie the beasts

Here lie the beasts of man and here I feast,

The dead man said,

And silently I milk the devil's breast.

Here spring the silent venoms of his blood,

Here clings the meat to sever from his side.

Hell's in the dust.

Here lies the beast of man and here his angels,

The dead man said,

And silently I milk the buried flowers.

Here drips a silent honey in my shroud,

Here slips the ghost who made of my pale bed

The heaven's house.