Poem: "Ode to a Meddling Witch"

© 1996 by Andersen Silva

A witch from old England once read
That some nightshade can arouse the dead.
     She tried it and shrieked
     For a corpse thought she reeked
And threw a gravestone at her head.

The old hag got out of the way
And ran home, cursing the day.
     When she got home she saw,
     In her door, a great maw,
Which ate her and slithered away.