Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #252
Where Were You
by Belinda Roddie
Where were you when we set the church on fire,
exposing all the skeletons inside?
Their bones gleamed orange as each solemn spire
crumbled like sugar, redemption denied.
Once entombed, they were freed, the smiling skulls
with crooked teeth, all torched by searing heat,
and one by one, their purgatoried souls
found quiet sleep eternal underneath
the earth. They were unnamed but had been killed
by Christ's so-called "apostles." Heretics,
they called them. Sick and blasphemous. Weak-willed.
We freed them from their mortal cages. Bits
of ash clung to our clothes, but you weren't there.
We'd destroyed pure evil. You didn't care.
by Belinda Roddie
Where were you when we set the church on fire,
exposing all the skeletons inside?
Their bones gleamed orange as each solemn spire
crumbled like sugar, redemption denied.
Once entombed, they were freed, the smiling skulls
with crooked teeth, all torched by searing heat,
and one by one, their purgatoried souls
found quiet sleep eternal underneath
the earth. They were unnamed but had been killed
by Christ's so-called "apostles." Heretics,
they called them. Sick and blasphemous. Weak-willed.
We freed them from their mortal cages. Bits
of ash clung to our clothes, but you weren't there.
We'd destroyed pure evil. You didn't care.
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