Burial
Burial
If on a dark and sultry night
Some charitable Christian soul
Should find a rubbish dump and put
Your once proud body in a hole,
When the chaste stars no longer watch
And sleep has weighed their eyelids down,
There will the spider weave her webs
And the viper bear her spawn
Above your cursed head you will hear
Wolves with their long lamenting howls
Night after night, throughout the year,
And starving witches mumbling spells,
Old lechers playing dirty games,
And shady ruffians plotting crimes.
Writer/s: Charles Baudelaire, Susanna Wallumrød
