There's deffo something a bit weird

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

I prefer Beckett, I think.

"They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams for an instant, then it's night once more."

"Down in the hole, lingeringly, the gravedigger puts on the forceps."

Only I hear the stones lament them:
deep they delved us, fair they wrought us,
high they builded us;
but they are gone. They are gone.