accused

by T.M. Gray

O somber myth ---
did Pandora groan
when unseen fingers stole the innocence
forcing some to
suck hidden knowledge
from the eyes of wizened skulls?
We are on the brink
looking down upon our own tombstones
and still she whispers honeyed lies
strangling truth with her gossip
coaching her minions in
the laws of superstition and torture.
So shudder before your mirror
and finger your garlic necklace like a rosary.
Lick the iron teeth of the werewolf
as he kisses your treacherous mouth.

By your accusations great minds burn.



(c) 2000 T. M. Gray, All Rights Reserved

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