Bandit Religion: Animism of the Indian

they told her
leaves fall in the
fall, not the way of
a broken heart, but
renew your spirit gold,
emerge from a forbidding
barrier of religious thorns, 
pussy the most sublime gorge
to all of Beethoven's nine symphonies,
in trees, stone and Light,

gold miner's
rainbow after
the storm, mountain
lion's deep claw marks
in bandit religion, spears,
picks and axes of a thousand
warriors, broken-winged birds,
it stuns the eye where our bareness
lies exposed, fucking demands perception
in stages,

Pisgah is
seduced by
ever-changing
hues, depends on
the light, season and
time of day, nights and moon,
the Gibson girl look-alikes and
the Indian girl on ponies,

"Our ride across time" -  animism of the
Indian we have come to understand,

they told her
leaves fall in the
fall, not the way of
a broken heart, but
renew your spirit gold,
emerge from a forbidding
barrier of religious thorns.

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist