The Plague-Fleshgore

She was walking with a spade And she was digging the graves And filled them with corpses And covered with roses People like little scared lambs - Locked and frightened Were dying It seems they were sleeping No sound were heard Just upgrowth of graves It seems they were hiding From what? She was walking with a spade And she was digging the graves And filled them with corpses And covered with roses Silent grave-diggers were dragging Stark figures - Dark art of the Plague! Sullen grave-diggers were covering With earth corps by corps Without coffins without tears She was walking with a spade And she was digging the graves And filled them with corpses And covered with roses Months were passing and life grew dumb Trees were trembling like lambs There were none to bury the last They all found calm in the dust Only wind swept their ashes Only sun burnt their remains