Burrows

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 Cut to the bone We'll all poison the mole