Bring out your dead...

 Call of the carrion crow, civilized man had no friend
 Whale of the silent sea, the ocean is yours, they've left it empty
 Hawk and the emerald dove, soar and sail on wings above
 Across halcyon streams, to a place where madmen once would dream

 Cast your senses, to another world
 Back a millennia, another time when
 Savage squatters, remade the earth

 And Gaia screamed
 As she was raped
 Then after, thereafter, she took revenge

 [bad word] towers, roots spreading
 Asphalt cracking, under live oak
 Vines entangle, the shells they once called their homes

 Termination, [bad word] 
 Germination, merged cadavers into peat
 Resurrection, food for the earthworms
 Fertilizing dead sward in turn

 Solitude, sacrosanct, as Gaia speaks through whip-poor-wills at first daybreak

 Propagation, [bad word] and flesh [bad word] 
 Sown asunder, corpses blended with the soil
 Transmutations, spill forth from Gaia's womb

 [bad word] screaming, overdue, on a landscape free of man

 Beasts of a broken line, fill the void on silent earth
 Heed the carrion call...rebirth