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