Keeping the Cadaver Dogs Busy

We who end lives with a wink and a smile

And a song in our hearts and a twinkling eye

Do so with a noble purpose in mind:

To thin out the rabble of humankind

We are never where you think

We'll be

The shadow underneath your sink

Our teeth into

Your fragile flesh

Is ours to do with as we

ŤPlease! Oh, help me!ť

Here come the cadaver dogs:

They'll find where the dead girl lies:

Unlike us, they'll be soft with her

Like she were made of eyes

ŤStreet musician found strangled

In the trunk of a carť

ŤGutted vagrant found hanging

From a tree in a parkť

ŤNaked infant found frozen

On some steps leading downť

ŤHeadless foetus found rotting

On the roof of a houseť

Recycle the body pits

And human cluster dumps

Filled with the burnt, the stabbed

And the lucky machinegunned

There are no victims

Just landfill statistics

Where overpopulation threatens us all:

ŤDisordered thinking:ť

Is that what they call it?

So, our culling (of) the herd has left you appalled?

(Or,) see it as a self-defense

If no other way:

Encroaching humans number our days:

Probe the young for signs

To no effect:

Serial killing's not a birth defect

Here come the cadaver dogs:

They'll find where the dead man lies:

Unlike us, they'll be soft with him

Like he were thinning ice