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I ride for the
Powder River Hymnals
from Wyoming to Montana,
the Land of the Big Sky, the
prairie preachers put up the Devil's
Rope, barbed-wire so the firebrand's
stories don't leak ink, the presses roll,
stopped off to
look at my curvy
reflection in Crazy
Woman Creek, tributary
of Powder River, I stare down
the prairie preachers without batting
an eye,
vital hunting ground to
the Lakota, I wage war
against encroachments on
lesbian territory; site of Red
Cloud's successful 1866 war against
encroachments on Lakota territory by
miners heading into Montana,
thundering revenge, hail fire
and brimstone conformity, prairie
preachers put up the Devil's Rope,
barbed-wire so the firebrand's stories
don't leak ink, the presses roll,
the dust fogs, longhorn
cattle trailed by the drovers,
at Donkey Creek Junction, I saw
a beautiful sight, a woman riding *hell
bent for leather, I rode clit-hard to catch
up with her, my pussy on fire, I followed the
erotic smell of her mane of hair, wind-tossed
foreplay in the excited air,
she was the last
good woman to walk
through the church doors,
the preacher pulled the rope
on the church bell, I stared down
the prairie preacher without batting
an eye, struck the sulphur on the match,
"God knows I ride for the Powder River
Hymnals - may you see the Light" - the
prairie preachers put up the Devil's Rope,
barbed-wire so the firebrand's stories don't
leak ink, the presses roll, he shut the white
double doors,
I could smell her hair
from the back pew send
me a message, I sent her a
message back, Out I ride for
the Powder River Hymnals,
I rode through
the Panther Mountains
where good man legend
DeVault's romantic voice
echoed up to timberline,
my spurs fucked the wind
I rode wild, cut through the
brushy draws on Forbidden
Mountain where I fucked the
last good woman to walk through
the church doors,
wanted dead or alive,
the timber lords, preachers,
Bible aficionados,and lesbians,
not all that is conflict and controversy
withers the lavender meadows...ride for
the Powder River Hymnals,
prairie preachers put up
the Devil's Rope, barbed-wire
so the firebrand's stories don't leak ink,
the presses roll...
I...
Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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