Hubby Ho:

There were many suns shining bright,
A whisper heard here and there,
Pair of computers side by side,
Taking and passing without a care,

Acting as a talkative morgue,
Sweeping on as the day went along,
Noting each solitude of bodies,
And put together a lovely song,

Their caskets greened with vibrancy,
The warmth unable to be found,
The top teeth gnawing away,
Crunching viciously on the ground,

The prisoners lawfully working,
Lining up for their imaginable pay,
While the suns beat on their skin,
The chilly air had much to say,

The day drug on,
Falling with each passing second,
But one by one,
They finally did beckon.