The poisoner of the well is never

satisfied until he has

murdered the whole village.

If he could, he would add to the venom that seeps, multiplies,

grows in strength and adds to the imbalance of his impurity,

his lack of moral conviction and toxin fuelled hatred for others well being

by unzipping his fly and with great relish, untangling the so called beast

and piss in the drinking water.

The deep yellow nasty smell that he insists is not there,

the unnatural toxin

 that runs through his own veins and makes his flesh burn