13 May 2010

Cursing the Crusaders

Hide me under a burning bush
shove smoldering
branches into my eyes
smote me
for I have sinned.
Place the pot over flames
high enough to boil me slow.

Masticate burning
flesh from bones
until the energy of me
becomes you.

Bastards.
May your hearts burn
forever from the feast.

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Take a ride on the Monday Poetry Train.

2 comments:

Francis Scudellari said...

That's as selfless a revenge as I can imagine.

brenda said...

Francis--Your comment made me laugh out loud. Thank you! ~Brenda