By Lucia Modestino

I stand before you all
with this noose tied around my neck,
accused of witchcraft.
It was said I caused a pinch here,
a scratch there,
dreams of me dancing naked
in the fields with the devil
as I sold my soul.

I am condemned to death
for thy false accusations.
I will not be the one to suffer
the flames of hell for witchery,
it shall be those who accuse the innocent:
women who died in prison from neglect,
women who faced and shall face the gallows
before and after me,
and for poor Giles Corey,
whom thou smashed with boulders
as he was forced to leave behind a wife and daughter.

Thou art all the true witches
for there is no greater evil
than murder, the real devil’s work.


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