Record what transpired
Don't let those who follow
Deduce in strain
Let the disc illustrate
Why our children's bones are flayed
Our axes fell not in vain
When the water retreated
Star shaped stomachs remained
Digesting those too slow
The rest were simply maimed
Sadistic spines on hellacious hides
A sting would mean
Extra arms growing from your sides
Ceremoniously
We severed each ill placed limb
And buried them deep
So as not to crawl again
Let the disc serve as warning
Never unearth these graves
For I fear our progeny
Would sprout from the remains