// creative //
Fall 2016
Witch
Tamar Liberman
Aflame to the core
I hang down by cord
My lover’s incant
Blaring louder than Lord.
Yes, I confess
Till consummate deed
I’m one with the beast
Her fire-breathing need.
Stranger to Satan
I severed my sense
Rites for a man
Mark my only offense!
In his holy virtue
My vices begin.
The sight of the saint
Is the stake of my sin.
I hang down by cord
My lover’s incant
Blaring louder than Lord.
Yes, I confess
Till consummate deed
I’m one with the beast
Her fire-breathing need.
Stranger to Satan
I severed my sense
Rites for a man
Mark my only offense!
In his holy virtue
My vices begin.
The sight of the saint
Is the stake of my sin.
