Cryptic Phrases Fall upon the sand,
In late afternoon, Playing
Like Old Words against a Memory.
Ethereal Images, of Old masters
Dancing Upon the Graves of Inquisitioners
Whose words lie Bate to Silence
...............JMF 1969
I penned this while studying the Spanish Inquisition in high School
**second printing**
In honor of the Free thinkers Martyred for Science
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