Onto the ground
The deep vented ground
The waste of life
The baron ground

The smelling stench
Consumes the nostrils
Decades of decay
The gas rises from the watery grave

The foul stench the decay lays buried
Unwanted no one cares
In filled with soil the topping of the
Massing cake

Buried the waste of massed beneath
Swollen ground buried consumed
The busy lives the insects about seagulls above rich picking for them
Like birds of prey having their fill

Buried for all time the was unconsumed their beneath the
Soil they remain unwanted tossed out unseen