Ash-Black Poem by Faeo de Lyre

A holey-head'd x-went femora, the theme
Wrote, but my pointer and counter made intil
His oral niveous d'fence's brandishin' beam.
For there shall no stain in abstinence, will
Many me meet stainless but that he did not
Meet them? Who gives gestures to my guard forth?

Thus, intil the skull and crossbones, go I eyes
Deep, in that a cross is christian. Further,
But more, let him intil the graves; in this wise
Intil sepulchral, written on my front other.
This style else, another crucifix; the us'd
Made the cross under but hence intil atwarth introduc'd.

To me, I made intil a skull and crossbones.
How shall my science else, well to have that
I am this ash-black 'gainst me. This skull owns
My front; my breath, the crossbones either part,
Quote mortal; this ash-cross. This ash-bones all
From the dusty earth intil ash'd. There is the fall

But a bless'd stain; a black blessin'. This cross
To make pure, the dusty ash. This cross to fare
Well my dusty flesh, earth-ash'd. This cross shall thus
Crucify dusty intil ashes away; intil the thin air.
A cross of ashes shall fragile in either,
To break back into me as karmaic. Neither

Intil fragility falls fragility nor come,
Every off-shoot. Thus shall submittin' ash-back
Intil earth-dust, ash-black, ash-white intil the form,
The earth-dust ash. Thence shall earth intil the crack
Art come; thus has earth sunk into himself. May
It be; God told nature, this Wednesday.