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Click hereEarly colonials snapped witches' necks
In towns surrounding Massachusetts Bay
That hid their nightmares of hot-bloodied sex
And the odor of brimstone on Doomsday.
The Aztec and Inca villagers chose
A different means to purge their desire,
Preferring the vivisection of foes
Before they hurled them into the fire.
Revulsion years later became us all,
Although we still favor we versus they
When sport fans root for soccer or football.
Each Sunday after we pray we play,
But Monday through Friday nine to five
Incinerate heretics behind walls
To maintain all execution of lies
We tell ourselves in our sanctified halls.
"Heavy" and thought-provoking poem with an interesting and appropriate form--Poet Guy finds the meter especially well-suited to the subject, with its uncertain beat and uneven lines. This also makes the rhyme less sing-song, and almost dirge-like. As with 1201 and Vee, Poet Guy finds the closing quatrain obscure, however.
Actually, the last quatrain does look a little overstated; 1 and 2 killer, nice rhyme thoughout
I didn't get the last stanza. Maybe it was just me, but it seemed to vague and it's a pity because I could tell you were leading up to something good. Put me out of my misery and email me. I really want to know what you meant. :)