Preacher's Shovel Smoking Gun

money pit dug
horse collar witness
wyatt earp flashes his
tin star and draws his pistol
butter churn wrapped in gun cotton
buried deep in shit

posse dug
it up couldn't
pay them enough they
made wyatt accountable
for new boots and doc holliday buying
their whiskey at the saloon

preacher at
the pulpit giving
the sunday sermon the
scent of lemon verbena perfume
heirloom scent of the church such
a heavenly sweet fragrance

posse rhubarb
uprooted in the
garden of eden wyatt
said "where is the pie
that's known as the angel's
share?" pulling his bandana up
over his nose "the earth is sour
its fruit sweet"

preacher's shovel
smoking gun out back
leaning against the church
posse carried the butterchurn
in and sat it on the front pew
the scent of lemon verbena was covered
over and doc holliday walked in with preacher's
shovel covered in evidence

wyatt takes off
the butter churn lid
the money as dirty
"you're buried in deep shit
preacher when you have your
nose in it—it teaches you a lesson
the outhouse with a moon buried you"

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist