drilled for
fire protection
in 1886, driller's
inexcusable actions
and ulterior motives of hate,
a member of the criminal class,
today's equivalent to God's impostor,
laying down in blueprint for want of a larger
drill using the force of God's flow to ream out
a two-inch bore to three inches he specified in
the contract where the beginning of the trouble lay,
his flooding intentions,
when the
driller saw
the result when
over time, increased
his bore to over three feet,
he decamped, retreated to let
those affected clean up the mess,
affecting relationships of earth and
good women,
the flow
roiled out
of the three-feet
bore in a fountain
that stood five feet
high, just three inches
shy of The Firebrand's
height, maximum flow of
30,000 gallons increased
to 50,000 gallons per minute,
eventually diminishing to 2,000
gallons per minute calculated many
months later, then came the fucking sand,
500 to 1,000 carloads, so great that ditches
could not stay open to carry the water, chunks
of fossil wood and stones hurled,
stemming the
flow took years,
leaving visible scars
and multiple damage,
the well devouring pipe,
stone, sand, clay, and dreams
all at the controlling and evil hands
of God's impostor, a member of the
criminal class,
four women
appeared on
horseback over
the white powder
gold dust horizon
in spiritual rejuvination,
rainbow
bodies cinched
the underbelly,
The Sundance Wives
fat with independence,
lean of intolerance, the
hooves transported the
sermon distilled of wormwood,
"teach your daughters the wisdom
of these Four - pray for your daughters
souls the way to authentication."
Copyright 4.25.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist