Salem Town Poem by Robin Bennett

Drawn into the flames of our hell-
The dirty moths just stare;
Disgust oozes, from gaping wounds
Where prying eyes once settled.

I'm burnt out on this whole mess-
Oxygen free lungs, pumped full of ash;
You were happy to keep fanning the flames,
Even the smoke alarms were mute with fright.

Here I stand smoke choked and home free,
Bathed in ash, like a half dead phoenix;
Never to rise from these ashes, somehow-
You still manage to fire off choice words at me.

Show is over, go back to your houses of straw-
Don't you all have coupons you need to clip?
Consider the local witch, now burned at the stake,
Salem town now ablaze with gossip and ash.