~This is poetry that may be read either backward or forward~
Unfair and merciless Inquisitioners. Forced confession. No trial. Arms seized brutally, wrists bound tightly, eyes wide ~ disbelieving.
People walking briskly crowd shouting, “Burn, witch, burn!” stake on fire
Mother and sisters crying hysterically arms and legs; broken. girl screaming from pain beaten and stripped, bruised, hurt bonfire crackling loudly
Witch tortured and burned, writhing, screaming. skin melting, ashes smoldering.
Softly falling rain.
Written by Angela Gale Davenport, 05/14/08, copyright