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Sati: The Widow Baker

By K.D. Taylor

 

How do I love thee? Let me count the blaze

Of yon bright pyre the proof of my heart's worth!

Living, my bosom ever burned with mirth;

In death, now let it scintillate thy praise.

Widowed, bereft, and left to mourn my days

And nights alone, as one who wastes in dearth,

I count my life but loss, nor shall the earth

Beckon me to prolong this mortal phase.

Let tears, for thy sake shed, serve for a toast,

Poured forth as clear elixir to thy name,

And take my flame-lapped body for a roast,

Savoring of the sweetness of thy fame.

Of all whom I have loved, I loved thee most,

And now love, at its most, at thee I aim.

 

K.D. Taylor is the author of The Cosmic Oddball, a book of poetic satires.

 

See also Taylor's Maya