Name' sake

Ive got a ditch to dig,

and one to fill.

Ive got to stop the bleeding,

and blood to spill.

The cask of 43 has run a-ground,

And futures future left the sound.

I have tools and spools,

Fooled

I can build destruction!

Witch winch has drawn the corruption.

Havoc's time has come,

Like an idiopathic maelstrom.

Watch,

Watch out - 

Ive come undone . . . 

(As always, this is not to, at, because of,  about anyone - just freestyle poetry)

my latest piece - 100% hand made sterling silver,  except the lobster clasp itself.

An homage to my wing'ed friends