As I was disinterring the silent hideaways
I could find many quivery runaways
Wreathed on worm.
Unaware of me they were
Behind the carved marble
They were wriggling in mass.
Then when I watched them all excreting
It never scared me as they were breeding
But, it just scared me when I saw
They were dribbling in halo
The leprous feeling came over
It just drilled me so sober
Some of them wizened
Some of them drenched
That’s the reason they are blessed.