August 23, 2010

Do you remember
We used to burn witches
In the forest

I was head inquisitor
(armed with a broomstick)
And you were my wife
In the polka dot dress

We fought the heretics
With cleansing fire
From the magnifying glass
Stolen from grandfather’s desk

And then the voice
Calling us home
For pie (newly baked)
And milkshakes