My love, do you recall the object which we saw,<br />That fair, sweet, summer morn!<br />At a turn in the path a foul carcass<br />On a gravel strewn bed,<br /><br />Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,<br />Burning and dripping with poisons,<br />Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant way<br />Its belly, swollen with gases.