In a Cave Away From Grave

For days now, nay, weeks cocooned in a cave, Away from hands that could drag each to grave, One of them, Seth, all the time craving sex; He'd had brawls with Dickson this did much vex: Dickson's giant fear: it could expose the gang; On fate's set day, on their door hear a bang Either from cops' hard knuckles or their gunshot; And from then things would always be red hot! Dickson might have made a cited prophet, But for last-minute long look at poor profit... Seth was to nail their group through his girlfriend, Her last careless visit, that was the end! A swift attack that tested Gang's mettle: Nine in all, in minutes, Black kettle!