Snakes inside, winding, twining
Life come running, running down
Snakes inside, know no pining
o’er bloodied, hallowed ground.
Knives in steady hands cut meat,
slicing, slitting, stabbing,
and to a waiting mouth for to eat,
tearing, biting, jabbing.
Knives in steady hands I know
have cut not only beef and pork.
Knives in steady hands, now slow,
have done most awful, dreadful work.