The Slow Death of a Wife

The in-law vultures are circling
With their knives of black
Their only motive
To put it in her back

But will they be content
When they have delivered their load,
And returned to their deep dark holes
Not a bit!

They will return when she is weak
Plot, plot some more
Squawk and shriek
Like a pack of wild geese

To tweak and preen
And twist that knife in
That little bit more,
Just as they did before