And she stood there
With her face 
Pointed to the wind
Nose twisted
Twitching
Ready
For the signals
She didn't even know
Were being
Sent
And her hunched shoulders
Were forced to face
The ground
Which she only ever
Saw as 
Dust and dread
And I wondered 
Where the witch
Was
Or had gone
Where the curse
Had come from
Where the withered life
Which had wrecked 
Her soul
Before she came
To be
Arrived from
But it did
And it does
As it will
Always do
And those 
Who are left 
Wondering 
Are maybe those
Who missed the bus
Got left behind
Or never
Waited
At all