Mind Your Old

Her old grandmother ailing Shortly before she lied down Her quaver fresh head facing the wall Her crocodile skin broke of blood vessels She let the dying for burial She ran away from The old one who used to- With a clean razor sew her forested head Lumbering to clear the wild animal infested bushes As she tried in vain to breath to bathe on her bedstead On the eve of her demise she got the information The civilized one through the nose banged the call Let the dead bury the dead as she hissed sounding antediluvian With her entire bed burdened with unknown deceased men fossils Shhh! Let the dead bury the gone