It’s no good, the women are in eruption
and those that have been good so far
now begin to steam ominously,
and if they’re over forty-five, hurl great stones into the air
which are very likely to hit you on the head as you sit
on the very slopes of the matrimonial mountain
where you’ve sat peacefully all these years.
Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord,
but the women are my favourite vessels of wrath.