her regional patter,
were just what I needed –
hungover and wrecked as I was from a night on the batter.
Never again!
I needed to clean up my act,
get fitter,
cut out the booze and the fags and the sex.
Yes. And as for the latter,
it was time to turf out the blighter,
the beater or biter,
who'd come like a lamb to the slaughter
to Salome's bed.
In the mirror, I saw my eyes glitter.
I flung back the sticky red sheets,
and there, like I said – and ain't life a bitch –
was his head on a platter.
The format of the fourth and final stanza is structured as the first, creating circularity in the story. 
 Within the seemingly careless and informal structure, representing the woman’s causal approach to what she did, there is clearly a careful plan in the middle three nine-line stanzas. The quatrain ends the poem with the indication of insanity as suggested in the sentence ‘I saw my eyes glitter’. 
 Note that in ‘Education for Leisure’, another portrayal of madness, Duffy describes how the pavement ‘glitters’ before a murder.
Salome