"Rural Character" by Sheila Wellehan
Rural Character
They still kill witches here —
the women who dare to walk alone
at night by the shore,
girls who visit
their grandparents’ graves
accompanied only by moonlight,
the bitches who don’t flinch
when brawny men
pull back their arms to strike them.
Misfits who giggle when
villagers whisper about them
are battered with stones,
then the mob steals their gold, chanting
This town must be silent.
This town must have order.
Outcasts take comfort
in pills and syringes
till they’re tossed off the bridge —
they float face-down in the river.
Dead witches swing from the trees.
Photo Credit: Staff