void our tombs
dig our burrows
we hide two hundreds of bones
our vacant stones
that inhabit a corpse for a lifetime at most
all the pieces that formed a whole
human or fowl
our envelop disolved and cut to the bone
if we wanted to give back to the soil
what our bodies have stolen
it should leak through the holes
of our hundreds of bleaching bones
and reach final goal
but our matter’s cursed
and even cut to the bone
we’ll all poison the moles