Thread the nerves through the right holes; <br />Get out of my bones, you wormy souls. <br />Shut up my stomach, the ribs are full; <br />Muscles be steady and ready to pull. <br />Heart and artery merrily shake, <br />And eyelid go up, for we're going to wake. - <br />His eye must be brighter -one more rub! <br />And pull up the nostrils! his nose was a snub.<br /><br />Thomas Lovell Beddoes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/resurrection-song/
