An immense concourse gathered for the spectacle
The condemned swinging by their throats
Convulsing gallows pole marionettes
Gradually asphyxiated
Dangling like dead fruit on the Tyburn tree
A baying hoard ravaged with disease
Storming the scaffold, blood-lust stampede
Scurrying like the rats that infect them
The sick lurch forward to wipe their sores with the d**h sweat of the deceased
Bathing their festering lesions
Plague vultures descend and scavenge for their blessings
Seeking fortune in the strangled remains
The coveted hempen caudle and anodyne necklace
An amulet to the infected
The spoils of execution