1 Witch. Thrice the gasping Jew hath bawled.
2 Witch. Thrice and once, the gypsy wailed
3 Witch. Ss guard cries: - ‘tis time! ‘tis time!
1 Witch. Round about the caldron go;
Dribble, dribble, blood and spittle,
Human meat and to gore nibble
Glowing embers and f*ggot hiss
Bloated belly and boiling piss,
Curdled vomit, a blind man’s cane.
Eye of sinti, Slavic bane,
Tail of rat, and teeth of Jew
A piece of skin with ink tattoo
A mouth agape and quivering tongue
The sting of d**h, the victim stung
Dribble, dribble, blood and spittle,
Human meat and to gore nibble
Into this pot we stir a stew
Of d**h, of hate, of d**h for you.
[d**h speaks to a wandering boy in the realms of the recently murdered]
Boy “is anybody there, can anybody help me?â€
d**h “I am d**h.â€
Boy “Where am I?â€
d**h “You are here.â€
Boy “Where is here?â€
d**h “Here is now, here is darkness.â€
Boy “Please sir, what have I done?â€
d**h “You were f**ing born.â€
Boy “I want my mother? Where is she?â€
d**h “She is f**ing deadâ€â€¦
Boy “I don’t understand?â€
d**h “It is not for you to understand, just to die and be forgotten.â€
Boy “I want to go home.â€
d**h “You are home, you are f**ing dead, everybody you know is f**ing dead.â€
Boy “No.â€
d**h, I take this hollow chimney and whittle a flute from the oak riven ash, and cinders of men, women and children
Here is my song of d**h
I lay in a dreary open grave, chewing on a dandelion root
and the blood from the sod above drips into my mouth,
and the taste was of children dead,
Forever d**h bound we fall
lost in murder, a murdering haze
wrapped in wailing dread
of sackcloth and ash
upon a twilight dawn