Harvest

Eyes are staring at a wall
In its depths lies  no recognition or recall
The limbs no longer working
In it's perfect form
It's handled with aggressiveness and scorn

The hands are working quickly
As they move
Its getting rid of any incriminating proof
The movements secluded and aloof
There'll be no sound chiming from its roof
Quickly the body is thrown
To the side
Another nameless face to be tagged and hidden
It doesn't matter if the body was mutilated and hagged
Or that  it was someone's family  or kid

It's the harvest
Where only money talks
Or the seller walks
Come morning ....
The carvedst
Will latch on to it's newest prey
Another harvest
To many just another day....