Witches
Sabbath
Mike
Collins
Let the ladies’
dance naked.
Old, and young.
Freed from
The fear of fathers
Brothers, and lovers
Whose sex in these
harsh times
Keeps them chained.
Without a chance to
be
Unafraid of their
wrinkles,
Fatty lumps, or
those scars
Left over from
self-mutilation.
I wish to watch
their bodies writhe,
Speaking in tongues
And laughing away
As they fly
Like bats hunting in
the night.
There touch is not unlike
Mother Gaia
Ready to heal the
rest of us
If we listen to
their wants.
Most civilized
groups would burn them
Or at least chastise
their love
Of their bodies
And souls
But I only wish to
be apart
Of this dance
To understand and
let my own insecurities
Disappear with the
fire.
Michael
Collins is a writer, traveler, marine biologist, and teacher from New Jersey.
He went to Ecker College in St. Petersburg Florida where he studied marine
biology and creative writing. Afterwards he has has traveled to 34 countries,
has enjoyed working with great white sharks, tree frogs, and coral reefs, and
loves meeting and being a part of new cultures. His poems have been published
in Infernal Ink and Bewildering Stories. The poem “Madhouse Soundtrack” was
voted by the publishers of Bewildering Stories into their quarterly review
issue for the October to January issue run of the magazine from 2018-2019. He
is currently editing his science-fiction novel and teaching in Hungary.
