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
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