We aren't friends, yet
I nod to her, my hand too
bends to greet, nobody can

see this, just to be sure
I keep a distance, everyone can
damage me

The people spit at her
since the neighbours' son
is sick and the fever goes up

Last month they pulled her
out of her home, they tore
the clothes off her back

they have beaten her
into the pond and drove her
naked through the streets

There was blood in the zucchini
the baba gave her, everybody
has seen she is a witch

The boy is better again, but
the neighbour is entitled to her
land because of his child, they say