Plaguedirt unearthed
When the baked, life-racked back
Of the hacklung two-daily-packets graveworker strains with exertion,
Like a scavenger dividing a fat knight’s corpse from a fine hauberk.
Searching sour earth like a silver miner, hole after hole until I find her
Sounding depths exceeding the long line’s length
Sign-marked path’s part, departing therefrom proves dangerous
Come no further, be swayed; the shape of safer hooves reversing.
Stated plainly, front and reverse, though the paint has flaked:
Stay away.
Alchemisland 
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