Absolute Perfection

First we kill the lawyers' little darlings.
The dark arts we leave dark. Life is no way
To live, but an elegant way to die.
The shocking thing, for all the flaws and feints,
The alleyway diversions, the failed tries
At ways of taking, head-on, creation
For which one never had the slightest knack,
Is this is exactly the way it was,
The one way it ought to have been arranged,
Darling compositions decomposing.