‘Black Mischief’: a poem

Black Mischief dwells behind the sheds
Spells a-cast on husbands’ beds
Squawkers, rats and rotten things
yanked and shredded into strings
Girls bear wolves through elven hips
and tear between them wetted rips
of decency and goodness strict
their bones now of souls derelict

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