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
 Please! Oh, help me!
 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
 Street musician found strangled
 In the trunk of a car
 Gutted vagrant found hanging
 From a tree in a park
 Naked infant found frozen
 On some steps leading down
 Headless foetus found rotting
 On the roof of a house
 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:
 Disordered thinking:
 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