Salem's Sonnet

A runner sent down from the distant hill To let them know the evil has now flashed So they now may pray together and mill The lazy brown lake their witches are dashed Fine straw and dried wood piled and set ablaze The screaming bonnets and flaming red curl Ashes melt to a fine smoldering haze Flames a breeze as hanging dresses unfurl Children and dogs wander the village mead Women return to stove’s simmering pot Idol standing mules await men to lead Diggers shovel in a grass vacant lot Christian justice has once again been found As young innocent girls lye burned and bound © Copyrights G. Jones 2007