With broken button eyes In neither passion nor despair The Corandury lies. The thing seems naught but sweet, benign And knows not of dispute But 'tis the scourge of all divine That much is absolute. Last night I saw it eat my friends It mauled them one-by-one It plucked their fingers from the ends And danced in blood 'til sun. I shrieked and yelled to see them dead Told Mother of the feast She groaned and said, "Dear, go to bed" And left me with the beast. Disordered limbs and open chests Marked funerals of five Upon their grave I sought to rest Just me, just me alive. I cried asleep and dreamed of death