“I beat you with a hazel rod,” the Witch
of Prague once sang. “Come to me in madness.”

Come, come, these are love-charms that will bewitch
any heart that you long for. Blasphemous

some call it, but what love is not born in hell?
“I beat you with a bloodstained rod,” the Prague

Witch once sang. “Come to me like a gazelle.”
Come, come, I was her student, her love-dog,

these love-charms works. “I beat you with a rod
from the Tree of Gehenna,” my mother

witch once sang. “Come to me like a wild boar.”
I did—-I did—-I did—-with nails that clawed,

teeth that bit. These charms will make your lover
feel the sting on naked flesh and want more.