7 JULY 1961, Page 48

Witch

I shall see justice done.

I shall protect time

From monkish, cowardly men Who say this life is not all And do not respect the clock.

On those who will not escape I shall see justice done.

I have courage to use Wax and the killing pin On behalf of prisoners.

I cut off the pilot's thumb Because his compass failed. I shall see justice done Whenever the homeward bound Mistake their true home.

In my black pointed heart I cherish the good of all.

With storms, potions and blood I shall see justice done For I know goodness well.

Never shall bogus love— Habit, duty or weakness—

Win any mercy from me.

By the light of my long burning shall see justice done.

PATRICIA BEES