Three Poems by Katrina Greco
abigail williams they have murdered my motheroh, her mouth stuck fasther hands milk white and boundher brains on the pillow no dream, i have seenthe black rot in black rootsthe grim-faced ancestors, pureof nothing, plain and delicious have i seen goody proctor with the devil?we are friendly after allhe tips his high-crowned hat, petsmy yellow bird his secrets have i handled oftenblackened fingers in the churchyardand when the bones crack dustywhat names do they sing? i have made myself manifestthe crowd at gallows hillall know my namei dangle slow, weird and feted the matter is nothingbe it vice or vengeance…
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