It's Still Life

Wrecking the Song of the Witches (from Macbeth)

Double up up, double up,
toil for trouble,
fire burns a caldron’s
bubble.
Fillet a fenny, boil
a newt
a toe, fleece a
bat’s tongue.
A bewitched
hell-broth trouble.
Double up up, double up,
arms firm and strong.

 
Miz Quickly goes about wrecking poetry