A Burial At Ornans - Disembowelment

you, wander through the fields, your, sorrow, as I advocate the

depression, stumble into the

hardened earth and become engulfed by the seeds of plague, the sky

submits to the colour

purple, descending from

above, the holy ghost, does their saviour seem holy?

a black spectre is sent downwards

instead, lowered downwards

into damned soil, peasants mourn their own plagued death, the shephard

of the unwanted

valley, turning black

and purple, his spirit blows down, dark waters streaming down a precipice, among the sheep

mist arises slowly, the

land is burned by the beggars, Ornans — a place of fear and disease,

Burial — no requiem

shall take place, eclipse of the sky as impurity casts, no requiem, no return, peasants mourn their

own plagued death