They are presented alive, but not sentient
The graves are not deep, the eye hollows not vast
Remains in pumice reveals magnitude in decay

To the beast that devours the carrion of vultures
The guardian of maggots in swarming confluence
To the stentorian bells that gather the masses
To withdrawn bones from frayed caskets in obsequy rites

Ancestral cults venerate subterranean species
That devour bodies haltingly

Revere the uneven mass of decaying bones
Grant them life and offerings unto death

Decreased flesh bows before the beasts of the tomb
Species that breed only within
Feasting upon the distorted simulacrum

In view of exhumation rites

Exhumation to appease the spirits of old
Exhumation to view the mummified corpse
Exhumation the scent of tomb mould

To meet the ashen figure as the tomb reopens
Dust shrouds the burial vestments
As the hollowed eyes are not awoken

Homage paid, through rites of Ma'nene
Ascending to the Puya, sacred to the Toraja

Before
The last farewell
Return to the ground

Enter to the fate of the unknown
Left at the altar of worms manifold

Bodies lay in fragmented supine formation
Asphyxiated by elemental strangulation
Venerated in ritualistic exhumation