witches multiplied exponentially
into every little crevice
of every blessed town

before her trial
make her crawl
three times

around the church
something heavy
hanging from her neck

a candle or cross
the noose before it’s hung
once the grape vines

get hold of her house
they drape beautifully 
under the eaves

casting shadows
that weave like gossip
then it will only be

a matter of time
some townsfolk
will be satisfied

with their cleverness 
some will weep
behind closed doors

let the vines
do their work
bring her house

to the ground
it won’t take long
a week  perhaps less