(written 10/31/07 ,dedicated to the witch burning victims)
This can’t be happening.
(Oh, but it is, it most certainly is)
She did fight them-
rope wrapped, bleeding-
She knows this one too well,
knows his eyes,
he remembers the other things he took from her
Satisfaction glints – a dead glee.
The hood hides the scratches on his face ,
he is not sorry-
though he reeks
She has been brave
Now the water born of fear comes,
does not extinguish this fire-
Scent of iron, urine, kerosene.
Someone is laughing -sings
“Are you a witch, or are you a fairy,
Or are you the wife of Michael Cleary?”as her sweat runs down .
“This is what is evil!
I did you no harm,
I helped you!
You are all mad! Please..No!
please stop ..”
So much at stake.
Someone she knows walks round,
throwing on more sticks-
fans the flames
“breathe it ,Mary!” screams the figure-
“breathe the smoke! breathe it! Not much longer, breathe, Mary breathe..”