By The Sword

We killed the carpenter with his nails.
Buried the mason under his crumbled walls.
Choked the bureaucrat with red tape
Wrapped neatly around his lying throat.

We drowned the diver
At the bottom of the cold blue sea.
Stabbed the writer through
With all his pretty pens,
And bled his ink all over the page.

We prescribed the doctor
A good dose of the mortician’s medicine,
Then we took the mortician to the
Undertaker.