I heard a rumour that Pandora moonlights
She wears sunglasses in the lounge
knives flexed and ready for battle
It’s not Sunday but lambs need carving
She’s a weapon of disruption
unleashed to worm rumours
where words have no walls
Paid for all the right reasons
around fundraisers and school runs
she twists guts and stabs eyes
of those too awake to be trusted
Leaves her meat fresh as daisies
for wolves and carrion to smear
An everyday assassin in suburbia
sent to tie witches to posts
says all’s fair in war and favour
as she pours another Molotov
over the flames in her feed
Jason Conway is a British poet and writer, director of the Gloucestershire Poetry Society, and founder of Steel Jackdaw magazine. He is published in The Blue Nib, Poetry Bus, The Poetry Village, Poetry Undressed, Impspired, Wildfire Words, Dreich and Fevers of the Mind. Website: www.thedaydreamacademy.com