We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)

13.2.26

Points

 

Look closer, fool.

There are five points

on this star, not six. 


No need to bash me

(or stab or shoot me)

for being a Jew. 


Though 

you might want to burn me

for being a witch.


More reasons than one, today

to hide my pentacle

under my shirt.







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