Vanities

What did they think
watching their vanities burn?

That the pearl and parchment fire
was hellfire bright?
That it would burn
the red and tender desires
from their weak hearts?

The rough-robed monk
juts his inquisitorial beard skyward
reading stains of lust and punishment
still burning in the
scented Florentine smoke.

Copyright Kay Winter

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