They are presented alive, but not sentient The graves are not deep, the eye hollows not vast Remains in pumice reveals magnitude in decay To the beast that devours the carrion of vultures The guardian of maggots in swarming confluence To the stentorian bells that gather the masses To withdrawn bones from frayed caskets in obsequy rites Ancestral cults venerate subterranean species That devour bodies haltingly Revere the uneven mass of decaying bones Grant them life and offerings unto death Decreased flesh bows before the beasts of the tomb Species that breed only within Feasting upon the distorted simulacrum In view of exhumation rites Exhumation to appease the spirits of old Exhumation to view the mummified corpse Exhumation the scent of tomb mould To meet the ashen figure as the tomb reopens Dust shrouds the burial vestments As the hollowed eyes are not awoken Homage paid, through rites of Ma'nene Ascending to the Puya, sacred to the Toraja Before The last farewell Return to the ground Enter to the fate of the unknown Left at the altar of worms manifold Bodies lay in fragmented supine formation Asphyxiated by elemental strangulation Venerated in ritualistic exhumation