on trial for witchcraft
By Erin SmedleyPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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there is a town that weighs
the mayor annually, publicly, to check
if he spends their taxes
on gluttony, they should
weigh his wife as well—the Wife
of Bath consumed five
husbands, her hunger,
sexual, seeks a sixth—surely she weighs
as much as a duck
walking on water, or a log, a wart, a witch,
full of air, light as feathers—she adorns herself
in her late lord’s loot to
heavy herself: rocks, loads of
frocks, cinched together with sin, draped
over her shoulder—women crave
mastery over man, maybe meeting the mayor in marriage
she’d consume him, too, and then
the whole town,
taxes and all
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