04-19-2017, 11:18 AM
Only the Living Tell
Witches have big noses
and bigger appetites.
One of them opened
her mouth
like a dark cave
at the end of a trail
of cookies
waiting for a child to wander in.
She was going to spit him
into an oven, at least
that’s what his sister told me,
through her cake-stuffed mouth.
Witches are dangerous.
I heard one of them
made a deal with a soldier,
paid him gold to bring
her a tinder box.
They like their fire
but they don’t like burning
at least that’s what the stories say.
Witches have big noses
and bigger appetites.
One of them opened
her mouth
like a dark cave
at the end of a trail
of cookies
waiting for a child to wander in.
She was going to spit him
into an oven, at least
that’s what his sister told me,
through her cake-stuffed mouth.
Witches are dangerous.
I heard one of them
made a deal with a soldier,
paid him gold to bring
her a tinder box.
They like their fire
but they don’t like burning
at least that’s what the stories say.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson