Burnt

Burnt

Brenda Louis

My feet strolled to the altar

The smile i had practiced so hard showed up

All the hours
Oh Jesus….. I mean Centuries
Spent in a burning cave
Seem like hours since i met this beast
Was it not just now that we danced?
The realization that we never smiled after that ‘happy day’ haunts me

With him i envisioned heaven
And then God stayed quite on that day
My feet strolled to the altar
The smile i had practiced so hard showed up
And there he stood; my man…..
Imagine, my own mother ululating
All for the beast

Poets write verses of these evil creatures
Novelists expose all the inhumane acts these ungrateful parasites do
Dramatists set stages and tell the world these souls need to be terminated
The poem won’t end
But I am burnt to ashes