Cauldrons Poem by anais vionet

Cauldrons

Thrice about the cauldron go
and answer me, if it be known.

Untie the words and give them form,
dissect the ingredients of murder's charm.

A new tradition has traction gained,
a tradition of alienated masculine pain.

Where insults demand their due in blood
in schools, in stores, and quiet neighborhoods.

Cauldrons
Tuesday, October 31, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: murder
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