Kentucky Soil

Where will I be buried?

Who. will. come?

Do not let my corpse touch Kentucky soil, 

Before the Louisville sun.

Find somewhere else

To pick up and move,

Then you too carry on..

I am just the vassal 

Echoing a raging storm.

Salt, serpents, and the wisp,

I bring demons from Dixie slums.

Wild, loose, venom lips,

I am the demon of Dixie tongues.