Getaway

I walked alone along the road,

By day, as if I had Sherlock

Tracking my progress (also had

To hide I’d murdered you).


(to be continued)

Saul in Endor

THE WITCH

What could have brought you here so grown?

What cart conveys you tall?

How did you hem that diadem

Beneath my overhanging hall?


THE KING

Why, my dear, aren’t you used enough to kings?


WITCH
Not ones like this, nor ones I knew before,

When I first started scaping hollows out,

Between the dances, and they got ahead.

What magnet snares a magnate, save a whore?


KING

Small trouble of that kind, dear, nowadays.


ENDOR

Then it is harps and daughters, politics,

The brazen champ, the bachelor crown prince,

A strangler’s order, a Philistine’s march…


SAUL

All these have cantered past my care long since.


HER

This is no tripper’s resort, as you know,

Old pal; you had to slop in soup of gore,

Yours and a hound’s and some stray vassal low,

You deigned to hurl my way. When previously

You’d always hedged, and stayed and put about

You were too sick to pass a pace with me…

And now you come just for the sake of it?


HIM

Believe it.


SHE

You will die before the day.


ME

At night, and here. A votive chunk of clay.