Salem

Author: Stephen W. Cote

Whisper a strange phrase

Slink naked through the haze

Acting out a pagan dance

Faulted by your neighbor

Ensconced within her anger

Victimized by orthodox greed

The council calls out your name

It's your neighbor who you blame

A pointed finger makes your claim

You hang your soul on the wall

For an auctioneer to take in calls

Sold: damned forever by your lie