Midnight Madness Part 6: "At the Crack of Dawn"

Who are these unfortunates?
What has Midnight done?
He had no art, her names not Babe,
killed by my hired gun.

I threw the carnage in the box,
placed the cover back on top.
A meat grinder is what I need
in which to finely chop.

But first I must let Midnight know
of this bloody mess.
Ill be damned to have to pay
for lack of his success.

Can I take him on his word?
He said it be done right.
A new plan needs to be conceived,
imposed without contrite.

How to contact my Midnight
to tell him of his blunder?
I thought I had the perfect man
to pilage, rape and plunder.

For now I have to poise and wait
just like a mantis prawn.
The moment will present itself
at the crack of dawn.