A la Gabriel Garcia Marquez

In the years before

My ascension to heaven,

The witches came.

One wanted to

Sip of my youth,

Leaving me old

And barren.

And I thought

She was my sister.

The other tried

To tempt me with

Love, presuming

I liked her.

A third proceeded

To extract what

She could of my brain,

As if it would help her.

But what could they do

I was bent on

Getting my due

Up in my Father's haven.

March 3, 2009

10:30-11:14 pm

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