Morbid Curiosity

"Hey, how did he, you know, die?"
"Do you...really want to know?"

A twisted steel carcass,
A tear in the veil of our perfect world.
A twitch in the strings, this appearance,
Of various human puppets

"Oh my God!", quips one puppet.
"Is that Mr. Cod?" exclaims another.
"Is that his hand lying there?!"
"Quick, a pic! Hurry!"

Snap! Snap! Snap!
Puppeteers click mechanically.
For this is the torn fabric of reality,
That every puppet must beware.

Before long the tailors come.
Police, our faithful lawkeepers.
Sewing back the torn veil,
And keeping the puppets' strings intact.