Witches Board Poem by Marvin Whitfield

Clap, tap, Witches Board
purple rain will appear
from out of nowhere.

Dare you touch Witches
Board,
you will surely die.

Stomp your wicked
feet
To the music beat.

On unholy ground
where white folks
turn black.

And where black folks
turn white.

The earth will shake.
The ungodly earth
will begin to quake.

Clap, tap, Witches Board
The stones will start
to bleed
As they begin to speak.

clap tap Witches Board
The dead will open
their eyes.

Clap, tap Witches
Board.

In the tombs, the dead
will stomp their feet
to the music beat,
and snap their hairy
fingers
to the music beats,
to the music beats.

Clap, tap Witches Board.
You will hear the screams
of the dead on Howl Street.
You will witness devil dogs
affection for the moon.

You may witness a Munster
act of hot blooded
murder! !

Like a werewolf
in the strange hours
of a foggy night.

Out of their mouth, green
frogs hop out.

Clap, tap, Witches Board.
you will slow dance with the dead
all hours of the night.

They are awesome looking ladies,
who can kill you with a stare.
Are you in possession of skeletal keys?