And in the death   As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare   The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building   High on Poacher's Hill   And red mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City   No more big wheels      Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats   And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes   Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers   Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue   Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmers   Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald   Any day now       The Year of the Diamond Dogs