Dark-lined streets
Corners with garbage heaps
I with my knife
You with your shovel
In the dead of night
Under the pale moonlight
Them in their beds
Us doing our best
Sneaking around
Cats pounce down
The door shut tight
The shoulder dull with pounding
Dark-filled room
Labyrinth unbound
I with my flashlight
You with your caution
Bedroom uncovered
Snores unfluttered
I creep around
You slither forward
Man on one side
Woman on the other
I take her
You take him
With a slash
And a bash
I with my knife
You with your shovel
Blood here
Blood there
I clean the mess
You collect the bodies
Rush out
Heavy load
I carry one
You carry the other
Lab not far
There in record time
I open a door
You turn on a light
Bodies thrown down
Tables surrounded by electronics
I prepare instruments
You strip bodies
Thunder storm outside
Electronic storm inside
I plug up the bodies
You step back in fear
Then –
Lightning flash
Thunder bash
The Modern Prometheus!
May 24, 1996
