Chant of the blood and bone men

We are the body-wreckers
out from Bangla Desh.
We demand your surplus
heads and toes.

Sexual parts can be desired too.
Hand over all your legs and arms.
We need them more than you.

Give us the fingerbones
Give us the flesh
Give us our scraps of brain.
We¹ll rip out your visions of peaceful lives
and leave you the skin and the pain.

Dennis List