The Pendant

They Killed her -

because she wore a pendant

that they hated.

When her corpse dried ,

and the stench overwhelmed

all the curse 

her tiny life carried ;

they debated - 

whether to shift the shit elsewhere.

They hated her for the pendant she wore-

they tore it away-

while making love with the flesh

whose owner they hated.

They sold the pendant. Weighed it first.

The metal was mighty -

and the money they got

was put to use

selfless use.

Two more bells at their place of worship.

They sought blessings from god - 

and a sort of permit

to convert all such pendants

to bells-

to convert all curses

to pious furniture.

To seek more blessings

they hated her pendant.

They hated her for the pendant she wore

they had nothing against her flesh-

they made love with it,

to prove the point.

They hated her-

because she didn't moan,

she bit her lips-

and clenched the pendant instead.

The pendant that they hated.

As her body dried

and the stench got denser

bells rang loud

and they passed the scene

with blessings and handkerchiefs.

There was no more Pendant

left on her to hate,

There was no more flesh

left on her to love.

Here I rest my case.