Death Curse

Blood from my wounds drip

Drop by drop

Into an uncongealing pool.

Hounds do not pain

There’s even a joy in them

For I know that you will

Drown in the pool of my blood

Helpless, blinded by its bloody thickness

Unable to cry for help.

For my blood would have choked

Your throat and sealed your lips,

And only then my blood congeal.

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J J Puthucheary, New Cauldron, Hilary Term 1952/53