the burning

the burning

they held me back
hitting me till i couldn’t move

they said i was interfering
with the purification of her soul

and the truly sad part. . .
they had their doubts

they wanted to pretend they were saving you for heaven
by burning you here
but they knew their own hearts
and none were pure enough to claim amnesty

i left civilization later that night
seeing it for the sham it is
none of them spoke
none could hold my eye

guilt and shame for their deeds
was not enough to make them repent

and now i wonder the roads and silent spaces
how many years has it been?

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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