[Irish news report:] ("The air corps helicopter took a five-year-old girl from Achain Island...")      Aodhagan went hunting for food and money   through the streets of Walthamstow   but the dim Sunday passed with nary a catch   and the dogs came home alone   Eat me now...   ("We inspect our genitalia on a regular basis.")      (I'm) Attacking the ones who are weakest of all   on their dim walk to work with their eyes slit so small   for the dawn and the path and their shekels of mine   Fortune won't smile, I must be brutal or die      Now I live by the railway with the rest of the coven   in a hovel vibrating lit by tandoori ovens   where we keep the ransomees   We get raided on Fridays, we get drunk when they leave us   We discuss ways to die, ways we could have gone wrong   We don't mention the now   We can see no way out   We draw skulls on the walls   We draw blood from our balls   We play catch with the rats   (Still) the silence won't crack though we heave and we hack      Look what I stole! Look what I stole for us, darling!   Look what I stole! Look what I stole for us, darling!   Maybe we're dead, I forgot   They're hunting us, so maybe not      Oh, let us mention her torso: heat, electrical chaos   If it burst she would die, oh, oh, oh   Wasn't it kind of her to let me in?   Will it get fat when it's older   Get all riddled with cancer   while she stays the same person who is fucking me now?   See the view from above of the sofa of love   with the roof cut away, cars and people out there   and the stains spreading out and out, blood running cold      Look what I stole! Look what I stole for us, darling!   Look what I stole! Look what I stole for us, darling!   We used to be human beings--not anymore!   I'll have her washed and brought to you   so you, my wife, can know her, too!