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An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive.
Walk on the living, they don't even mumble. Walk on the dead, they mutter and grumble.
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
Twigs and spheres and poles and plates. Join and bind to reason make.
I heard of a wonder, of words moth-eaten. That is a strange thing, I thought, weird. That a man's song be swallowed by a worm. His blinded sentences, his bedside stand-by rustled in the night - and the robber-guest. Not one wit the wiser. For the words he had mumbled.
A word of five letters, Upside down is the same, A shark does this, But itβs not to blame. What is the word?