[Music: Owen, Steer]
[Lyrics: Walker]
[Speech:]
"A body is committed to a public mortuary. Any victim of sudden or
unexpected death will be brought here for a post-mortem by a pathologist;
their job is to establish the cause of death. But
sometimes a body is
unrecognizable. Then it is vital, especially if murder is suspected, to
establish identity..."
Insipid
fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
For hot dry powdered human
slag
Still steaming in the crematorium's grate
Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
For my deleterious
horticulture so that I may cultivate
Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich
In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the
taking
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish
seed
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as
manure...
Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
[Lead fills: Dust in the mausoleum by W.G.
Steer]
Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
Extinguishing all
hope of beatrific dispatch
These charred chassis desired
Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu
Enter my
execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do
The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak
At the
graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again
[Lead: Compost humous horticulture by M. Amott]
Burnt brisket renews the
ground, to germinate my seed
Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed
Ploughing this abhorrent human
manure
Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for the soils to devour...
Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must
be fed
And there's still no rest for the dead
[Lead: Humanure by W.G. Steer]
I propagate - dust in the grate
Ashes to
ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops
Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile
rot
Incumbent - latent calories are spent
Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt
Mortuary
scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed
Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil
Rejuvenating
the spent with my fecundate spoils...
Reaping the gone, to nourish the land
Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny
sleight of hand
Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed
Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean...
So I recite my
contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead
Their rest which I disturb...
Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance
stones
My cash crops now grow...