The Mole Series - Part 10 - The Wife Poem by john thomas

O, I shall rid this minnowed sprat,
Repair my lawn, unspoilt, intact,
‘My Wife, attest to this, ’
Until that carcass ripped by spike
Doth dance upon impalers pike!
I shall enjoy no rest,
To see that pelt of inksome tease –
Upon the fence, reeked, cured by breeze -
Dark sack to maggots nest!
‘My Wife, O, can’t you taste the kill,
Of one who aims to do us ill,
Whose claims are self confessed? ’
Such peace, such calm shall then abound
When stilled those voices of the ground.