Call to the Hunt

at least
the one she wanted
at most
the one she deserved

they piled rocks on witches
squeezed out words
foresworn until last
gasping breath
pressed out
Deny or confess!

held women down
drowned lungs with water
taunting
tempting
Witch save yourself!

set fire at feet
listened to screams
words seared
into throats
burned

life was the price
for the mistake
of wanting
her own
say

still now
how
little men
have
little changed
their skill at killing
women having
their own
say