For all those:
-stripped, naked, shaved, shorn.
For all those who screamed in vain to the Great Goddess,
only to have their tongues ripped out by the root.
For those who were pricked, racked, and broken on the wheel
for the sins of the Inquisitors.
For those whose beauty stirred their torchurers to fury ;
and for those whose ugliness did the same.
For all those who were neither ugly nor beautiful, but only women
who would not submit.
For all those quick fingers, broken in the vice.
For all those soft arms, pulled from their sockets.
For all those budding breasts, ripped with hot pinchers.
For all those midwives, killed merely for the sin of delivering
Man to an imperfect world.
For all those witch-women, my sisters, who breathed freer as
the flames took them, knowing as they shed their female bodies,
the seared flesh falling like fruit in the flames, that death alone
would cleanse them of the sin for which they died- the sin of being
born a woman who is more the sum of her parts.
Anonymous 16th Century
Published in "Witches" E. Jong, 1981
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