The MartyrsThe Martyrs
(a found poem)
by Shelly Couvrette
21 December 2007

Empty martyrs,
blind guides,
maddening to pin down;
Wildly inconsistent
but others only pretended piety.

Questions divided
to find a clear answer,
Rituals culminated
in spite of all this,
Convincingly argued,
they celebrated
as a sacrament
such contradictions.

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Copyright 2007 Shelly Couvrette