Amateur Hour Poetry
Pretty much what it sounds like.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
The Burning of Servetus
Skin crackle
Bone pop
Marrow sizzle
Flesh roast
Wood roar
Smoke billow—
Mind judge
(Conscience bad?
Spirit troubled?)—
Blood boil
Eyes wither
Hair smolder
Tongue smoke
Lies die
Man dead:
God pleased(?)
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