The Witch Series

Witch’s Test

She has been put into the furnace

and reborn again. She has held

the orange coals like bright candy

up to her lips, as Isaiah once did,

to purify them for speaking the truth.

She has nursed the sick and dying, in

rooms filled with the smell of nightsoil

and decay. She has kept several drunken

men at bay with her words, and if words

failed her, she didn’t hesitate to pick up

a knife. She has been a faithful wife,

opening herself to affection and eros,

giving him the gift of her keen sight,

her humor inciting and sharing his

laughter. She has felt both new life

and small death sliding from her

in a rush of waters and pain, she has

taken long walks in the rain to keep

from weeping overmuch in front

of the children, she has taken flight

without so much as a broom or wing,

taking everything in going on below,

tried to use her knowings wisely.

She vowed to do only good with

whatever amplitude of spirit she’d

been given, always aspired toward

Heaven, though she suspects its

less of a place and more like a

pleasant disbursement, the milk-

weed pod of her soul puffing

apart to mingle with all the other

invisibles. For all this, she must

endure a witch’s test. Here she sits

naked and shaven from head to toe,

being poked by little men, as

they look for the Devil’s mark.

She prays when they prick

her, her body will bleed.