Alchemisland

Suddenly bulging with anger

Like Olive Oil put spinach in my hand

Whoever spoke bad is lucky I don’t have a handgun

Totebag, brandish, shoot think after, toetag him, vanish

Hand in my notice at Olivanders to join a gang, black wizard band

My left, most sinister, hand bent at angle can from distance strangle

I find use for abused things, bastards and broken links, chinklings

Whose no more twinkling eyes speak to innocence’s demise

I put them to work in the mines, where they need not eyes

Nor lives outside, they can put their addled minds to ease

Hauling carts heavy with coal, without surcease, until easeful

Death claims them from this cursed attempt at life, only this time

Another life, a retrial, a world less of black bile and vileness.