(as sung by a lonely survivor in a township wracked by plague)
"Please stop by,
I´m still alive, though I´m missing fifty tomb lilies. (Even my
sister
has died.) If you see her tell her that I´m missing fifty tomb
lilies. (Several, with
her, were espied.) Pulling my hair in town-square, flowers for
the dead scattered
everywhere, (there is a mess on the cobblestones). Three girls
crawled by last week
begging for marigolds. Now they´ve gone rotten and have
sloppybones! Down by
the sea there lurks a one-eyed whore and she pokes at the corpses
with sticks! She
trades for delphiniums and sets them afloat where the maggots and
black waters mix.
My sister had soft, nervous eyes coloured blue and grey, (she
flirted and blushed so
adorably.) But now if she winks it is merely a subtle movement
caused by the
decomposition of soft bodily tissues, and the expression is done
so must horribly."