08 February 2015

#8 - Buckley Oak WI

On Tuesday nights in Molly's living room 
(the hall is much too cold in winter) gather 
the women of the neighbourhood, for whom 
there's nothing better than the chance to blather. 
They sip their tea and butter scones and talk 
of how to kill all men. A wife must know 
just how to make her husband scream and squawk 
and spread his guts like jam upon the snow. 
And when they're done and pottered home again 
to cook another meal and dust upstairs 
they know a mace is made from ball and chain, 
an apron's something which a butcher wears. 
Bring me my Bow of burning gold. 
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!


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