I Said It
I was a professor of whispering to water. Rise, I said
and waves rose higher. I said guilt’s
corridor as the men entered, said martyr as I was
slaughtered. The problem with God
is everyone thinks they own her. Magistrates
said, To the devil with witches. But I clung
cold as they tried to light me—clung damp, clung
soggy.… Read the rest