The college master lurks behind the screen;
The innocent young student is his prey.
‘My experiment!’, he cries, triumphant.
Inside a church, remorseful priests clench hands;
Dog-tired wives can stand their fate no more.
Jealousy tears the fabric of their dreams.
Slow-witted boys are beaten to the punch;
An old man’s lust awakens from the dead.
Ambitious workers slam their fists on desks;
‘My promotion!’, they complain. ‘That bastard’.
Ships leave the port, containing body parts;
No one will mess with the house on the hill.
Respectable citizens, murky pasts,
Safe for now in the hot marquee. But wait,
Silent voices of long-lost lovers call.
They bide their time before they strike. ‘More wine?’
In a trice, a corpse lies cold. ‘My revenge!’.
In the fresh air of the world, all is well.