I was there

I was there

Betsy Middleton


I have lingered in your life

For a while now.

I was there


When your soldier died,

Charging at the enemy,

Soul heavy with regret.


On Swallow Street, I waited

For your husband’s spirit to enter

Under my black robes he sheltered


And together we watched his body

As it went past in pieces

Over the course of a night.


Now I’m here in the fire that licks

Up your skirt, and whispers

Death in your burning ears,


I’m here in the cries

Of the onlookers, thirsty

For a river of blood.

And I’m here in the merciful stone

That renders your body to ash.

Your bare conscience alive in my arms.



The original case of Catherine Hayes can be found here


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