Friday, May 26, 2006

A Martyrdom

©2006 – Allen Sutterfield

And given over to the guards She went silently, the dark Hood dull in gleam of axe Stood still with eyes only:

Wood planks reflected steps Towards a doom, resounded As in a hollow room her quietness, Paler than moon her face

Took the gazes unsmiling And aloof: the sun watched, Played on the sparkling blade: People watched suddenly afraid:

One clean swish through air Tight with unbreathing and wish Of high men severed the sun In clotted fact: dead: done.

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