Ate Miles' eye
And then chewed Dutch Brown
Yul's fine fat is
Stranger than Jones'

Slime's in the meat
That Jay's marrow's showing
Art's gums' where
Jud's spleen sings alone

Go where Pierre's
Rump can be found
A bung-hose
That made a groovy ground-round

Brain gray-brown
Bones pour it down
In creases
Skull-pieces unbound

Round Pierre's
Puddles of gore
Some quaffing
Some lusting for more

Crime-chalk scenes
And black limousines
None living
All cannibal-scones