By Thomas Page
A town of eyes stares down at the shackled
Accused below it. Hysteria and
Delusion coat the tongues of the Elect
To spout out falsehoods about their neighbors.
A court room full of deviled hearts and cold,
Soulless, godless thoughts fraught with hellishly
Forked tongues to make a new human derived
Justice. England has left them so why not
Law? The court is based on some new Marys,
Imaginative immaculatas, who
Announce the coming of Antichrist
In their neighbors, their siblings in God. They
Weave the whole of Salem in their awful
Hideous pranks. The town today tries to
Explain why would they play jailhouse with so
Many people? Some say it was for scarce
Attention they craved, others tainted wheat ‘cause
Of a harsh winter, others say ‘twas mere
Hocus pocus gone awry in model of
Their parents whispering names in their ears.
Whatever ‘twas, the devil came from the woods.
