To this body
Death does as it should,
Consigns the shell
To the firewood
And sets the spirit free.

Close to the fire
the heat singes me.

I know it's only the prelude
to the fiery furnace
licking my skin with flaming tongues
reducing me to powdered ashes
disappearing and in no time fading
what was me but in an instant
dusts in urns and upon wall
and years after maybe one's
untimely rains of dusty memories.

in the air i smell chicory coffee
beware of the Huns.
Their  trenches may be close
Achtung ! Achtung !
I am correct.

his pockets were rather deep
wherein money galore was stored
the large loads of funds
catered to his every whim

one day a bright notion
sparked in the mind
to employ a mouthpiece
who'd spin his very line

of an effective voice was she
using her ventriloquist's act
in spreading his messages
throughout the vast lee

no doubt their arrangement
has a servant and master flair
on the huge fortune
nothing wouldst be spared

to-day they'll co-ordinate
the mission's pitch again
so as it sends his note
in the apropo vein