If you listen, you can hear “Jesus, Jesus” through the smoke,
unyielding as the stake. Villagers tremble in clogs and cloaks,
fists in mouths, recalling how her piety had changed
the current of the Loire. They had come to market at Rouen
for meat and apples, not for flames. Even the English weep.
–excerpt from “Jeanne d’Arc” in Chasing the Saints by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2008). First published in A Time of Singing.