View the girls In the mist the smoke and flames Of campfire lust Giggling and whispering… ‘and dust to dust’ But where is she? The ‘Ann of Cleaves’ Under the clay Beneath the acrid earth Her golden braids moistened, Glisten… She leaves And heaves Who should walk alone? Along the path The forbidden road Of…

And if…   And if she was there                 he would be too Singing that lullaby                  he would be humming along Enchanting caresses                 enjoying the delicate touch To give gently away  …

I knew I would die As the first bite would become my last To you all it might seem aghast It was then when I decided to eat the pie quite fast A cherry pie with cream You see it was me as it would seem Was delivering the poisoned treat– but why? Now if…