Black-hearted they, black shone their eyes, 

Their final resting place, below ground, lies, 

Tabloids surmise the last intake of breath, then,

Retell painful stories of these felonious men. 

 

No mourners they, all excluded from this site, 

Cold stiff lifeless bodies now in their deaths contrite, 

No tears of grief from lamenting eyes are shed 

Only priestly absolution given to those now dead. 

 

The hangman's noose has paid its call, 

Summarily buried within this high prison wall, 

Miscreant's bodies with undue reverence laid, 

Their debt to society fully served and paid.