Witches' Poem

Bubbling brains brew remembrance of witches' world: Don't speak of it. Don't talk of wealth or spend your coins. Don't tell them what you know of herbs and salves and healing balms. Don't offer to soothe, to care, to be a physician or share women's knowledge for it threatens power. In their ignorant fear they will pick and tear the flesh they've branded with a hot iron and watch as you burn. The rack, the garrote, the gallows greet your christian-lived soul with flames flickering towards thousands and thousands of open mouths screaming ... God ... oh, God