Uncovenly
the uncovenly witch conspires with the devil as her soul’s ointment– she
does not socialize on full moons, does
not stir the cauldron or
speak to (or back at) others,
to preserve her silent will;
a moral will allow a
witch the choice to ignore you but
he – the devil – says to speak
only to those who fly high as he
moves stoically through hell, gnashing
his teeth on the wagging
tongue of the air