THE FIRE

1969-03-25-047

POEM #032

THE FIRE

Your hot flesh burning,
Your soul is yearning
To know the reason why.
You feel obsessed,
You were not blessed
And you look at the dark blue sky.

The hot sweat pours
And the blood just soars
To your already aching head.
You're cut and bruised,
You've been abused,
And you wish that you were dead.

The tears roll down
As you recall with a frown
The reason for  all of this.
The people were scared
They never dared
To offer you one little kiss.

Men came in the night
And wanted to fight
And you screamed your anguish so,
That they knew right then
That a prick of a pin
Would tell what they wanted to know.

You never knew why:
All you could do was cry:
For some old crazy bitch
Thought that she knew
That it was you
And you burned at the stake as a witch.

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the wordmaster says:

❝I seem to have taken a dramatic turn for the better. This is the first one I was proud of.❞

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