Shakespeare’s corpse is not rotten THEY love to roast the old man’s flesh and Set the world on fire...
Dust and debris are dead Now, brooms are swept Pinioned, witches wail...
Eyes, ears Death's window pane Broken in shards...
Cast your suns upon flowers Unfurl their bells...
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