Hag Poem by David Magill

A raging, hateful old hag
breathing her black air
like thick smoke
into the faces of those
that made her lonely.
Assumption is her fat tongue flickering
like the tail of a dying fish.
She pounds the top of her old, creaking desk
the keyboard flies sideways
she heaves spit at the screen
the hanging light bulb trembles overhead;
shadows dance across the filthy room.
Even her teeth are spiteful,
grinding against the grain of rot as
throbbing blood-bubbles rise up and
through her cracked lips.
Outside, a tomcat howls
his leg caught in a make-shift snare.
She rises slowly
and sets the oven
to broil.