Men expressed their relief instead of their grief
When Pickman at last passed away.
The service was read by his brother Ned
But few tears were shed that day.
They buried him quick for he had been sick
With a malady strange to behold;
No mortician would dare bestow time or care
On a corpse so corruptibly old.

All through the black night were sounds of a fight
And howling deep down in the ground.
Some men of strong nerve were brought to the verge
Of collapse, for in searching the town
They had discovered some fiend had uncovered
All the graves that near Pickman's lie,
And it was said something pushed up the dead
From below! Had Pickman passed by?