Woman

She was burnt on a stake
and made a
saint martyr

She was burnt
forcibly
on her dead one's pyre
and a temple was built
on her still warm ashes

It matters not
if her
screams
still echo
against
those walls
of
deification

Alas
i am living
still
let me
live
and
breathe
my quota
of
breaths
before
you try to
worship
me.

Berated, and deified
in the same breath
it is
infinitely easier
to garland
a stone bust.