The Black Death Poem by Lauren Becker

I cling to mommy's finger tips
As I lay dying
The church steps are filled to the brim with the stench of corpse
Come risiedo nella morte

Bright colored flowers are tucked behind Momma's ears
She says it keeps the stench away
I cross myself to bless the dead
Pouring out of the earth
Come risiedo nella morte

Our father who have ignored us
Tainted be thy name
Thy dead is burned
Thou scourged the earth
And thereare no gates to heaven
Give us this day suffer alone
As you sit in your twisted castle
Momma grabs my hand to pray,
Come risiedo nella morte.

Momma tells me not to stare
The black blood pours into my hair
The stench is in the streets
How long shall my heart beat?
Come risiedo nella morte.

I close my eyes and let my body relax
In this sweet repose
My arms are broken
My head is pounding
Come risiedo nella morte.
Come risiedo nella morte.
Momma is hard, oh momma is cold.

Oh, signor,
Burry us together
So I shall not sleep alone,
In this sweet repose.