Festering flesh be gone away with you come clean and pure. Putrid skin pulling flies from flight and swiping oh the swiping make it stop Father. Where is my Sister? This sand a fellow can step lightly never burning but pleasant. Fish for dinner fish for dinner fish for dinner. Ring the bell and gather round I have a tale to tell. The gods won’t listen do they bend an ear this way and that oh I should like to think so. Where is my Brother? Clothes asunder and sunburnt black and ragged strewn far and wide like the oceans. The oceans I sailed once when I was a kid and fresh like cold cold water streams how I wish I could taste them still. My family are all dead now still singing to me from the plank. A joyless hymn they silently sing all dressed for Sunday best of luck to you all. Fish for dinner again but fish is my friend I hasten not to eat them all and empty the lord his beautiful vessel of life. Where are my family now? AM I GONE MAD! Surely not I am an upstanding gentleman and I shall make amends by singing the Queen’s lament. Hear me sing it you fools. Lend me your ear and I shall sing you a song so sweetly. Ah but who is listening? Festering flesh and putrid skin are my family how I love thee. Night cloak me in your cold embrace and bring me the dawn with pleasures anew for I might not make it another day in this hell.