The priest denied the herbalist a proper burial
In the churchyard of the church the herbalist attended.
Because he did the Devil’s work by curing people with herbs,
The church maligned him with the title of a witch
And broke a confession out of him on the rack.
The proof revealed, the herbalist was burnt on the stake.
An excited populace cheered and enjoyed the show;
They loved hearing his last screams as the fire consumed him.
It was a wonderful day of an enjoyable, fun-filled diversion.
The priest satisfied with another disciple of the devil eliminated
Smiled and secretly visited a beautiful woman.
He told her If she didn’t give in to his lustful demands
She’d be next on the rack and the stake.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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