There's always 'The Carpenter and the Sexton' by Dave Goulder :

So the carpenter went for his chisel and blade;
The sexton was honing the edge of his spade.
And driven by jealousy, anger and pain,
They hacked at each other, hacked at each other
Like butchers insane.

The sexton was missing a nose and a toe;
The carpenter's bowels were beginning to show.
But there with the dead at the edge of the town
They fought till the blood, they fought till the blood
Was like dew on the ground.

:-!