… Oysters cry like tortured babies …

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Glass eyes stare from plaster sockets,
  Statues shudder at the cold,
Soldiers store their souls is lockets,
  Solid metal rots with mold,
Oysters cry like tortured babies,
  Waves in silence stroke the sand,
Carpets froth as if with rabies,
  Every courtship goes as planned.