They are killing all the citizens Mrs Wig

They are killing all the citizens Mrs Wig

She prefers to root cut
the spring onions.

The chick peas in their little coats
que up to cook.

Knifing pears she scores
the counter

and no one tells her not to.
Resetting the clock she feels nervous

but she leaves with a fistful of plastic bags
whip which out her hand.