Counter-Currents
The bell is tolling!
Crows swarm like flies on a carcass,
wings thumping the heavy air,
thump, thump, thud, thud,
the drum of death is sounding there!
Some will swear the coffin lid
will slip aside, and what’s inside,
decaying flesh, will rise, will rise!
And the grinning skull, the triumphant symbol,
the stench of death, the scent of rebirth.
But are we mad?
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