A contract killer

He and his watch were stem-winders,
Which made him the greatest finder
And dispatcher of men this side
Of the Atlantic’s clockwork tides.

Always placed, on time, appropriately:
Always clean and quick, professionally.
His face and his prints will never be seen,
A body was the only evidence he’d been.

His family thought he was merchant banker,
His victims thought he was an arch wanker.
He knew he was mafia filler,
We know he was a contract killer.