OH HARK 29

"Once again the girl has eloped with the man, oh no
We disown her", the oldest wiggie , fired the first salvo .
 " They need to be butchered, get me an arrow and a bow."
Said the second,"this is sheer insolence, they ought to know."

As the couple forged forward, overhead a bat flew.
 Was it trying to  warn of the unleashing of  a grisly tableau?
What would now follow alas, none had a clue.
Blissfully ignorant walked on the lovers true.

 "Don't you think , for a picnic it is quite dark?"
 Someone bellowed  and a  foot kicked her ankle, oh hark.
Lest she fall ,the breast plated man steadied  her arm.
Praying that she would not come to any harm.

With fiendish glee, a gun the wiggie   pulled out.
From the bushes there was a loud warning shout.
The jungle shook and cowered in the dark.
 To an evil whisper , his bellow was lowered, oh hark.

"I am going to settle a long overdue score."
Soon the ground was splattered with gore.
The trees shook in fright as the wiggie fired away.
The two fell - to  their  story, was this  a gruesome finale?

Suddenly appeared the man with the three chins.
 The wiggie warned,"you  will also pay for your sins".
He threw himself at the girl ,an arrow  struck him on his breast.
He too  fell to the ground , hand on  chest.


The music from the hidden band reached a crescendo.
One woman stumbled towards the scene and stood akimbo.
With a scream another ran in helter skelter confusion.
Of the weird and the Gothic , the music was now a fusion.


Beating their foreheads, around the man they huddled.
"A murder most foul ", they screamed,  minds muddled. 
 Their noses they twitched when a  dog  started to bark.
In stark fear the birds started flapping their wings, oh hark.

"With a crispy , crunchy cockroach and a canny crow
Coupled with the insides of a senile sow 
Crackle and fizzle , sputter and sizzle , woe , woe,
With a hum and a ho, to the Death Row, woe woe! 

The three women were in a frenzy now.
Flinging their tresses , beating their foreheads-and how!
 Trees rustled,darker was the night .
" We walk through the pale moonlight with our love that is right."

Who was singing so soulfully,   they peered  in the dark. 
Was it was the man with the dreadlocks, oh hark.
He stood there lost in thought, and then into the forest merged .
In the hearts of the poet and the drummer, many thoughts surged. 

The  moon watched  two  wraith like    figures   in sad silence.
    As they slowly  vanished  into the forest dense.
 Sheathed in moonbeams, hand in a lifeless hand they walked .
Thumbing their noses at a world which their love  had mocked.

A love sublime with no reason or rhyme
 Had once again fallen victim to an evil clime.
The poet and the drummer looked on askance.
Absolutely petrified, nothing seemed to make any sense.