Clapperboards sandwich hordes scavengers in paradise Training their eyes under grey porridge skies Magistrates Ivory gates opiates potentates Kings of carrion badness in the blood Its all wolfwork Faxes from a wall of corpses Gorging on each day in mourning Father time squeezing the sun For light relief they bare their teeth And turn on their own Rolling around on a fresh bed of nails Come and see the show Join in the ring With your mouth open wide