Horsetamer's Daughter

scroll wrapped
in horsehair carried
a secret that was on its
way to bury the bloody bloomers
once so white stained that night
when the church pulpit identified
the boot prints all muddy,

the owl
perched high
in the clydesdale
hames hanging
from the barn rafters,
soaking bloomers in the
milking pail, he was going
to hell,

the horsetamer's
daughter set out with
her rope to preach the
hemp, she wouldn't allow
a misdeed to rot her,

cornhusk doll
dressed in a black
cloak accompanied
her on her ride that night
through the cornfield she rode
in the full moonlight, justice for all
those who bleed, she tied the rope
on the steel plow and then to her saddle
horn, in her court of law he would be tried,
she tore down the scarecrow dressed in a
black cloak and pulled plow and all through the
town that night, five gallons of blood red paint on 
back,

the horsetamer's
daughter spurred her
horse to stain the dirt street
with blood revenge spilling blood
for all to see dragging the preacher
scarecrow with the noose around his
neck causing quite a commotion, she
dismounted and chopped the scarecrow
in half with her scythe at the groin leaving a
morgan silver dollar coin, burn down the damn
cornfield! 

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist