Pitchfork Lancaster

ghosts dance in the garden
black roses perfumed with wallet leather

whiskey bottle drank gone the label
the church pews auctioned off to pay the
minister's salary the pews in front the families
that owned those cushions footrests and armrests
sold for six times of those in the back where the harley rider
sat on his hard oak pew rent with a leather embossed bible cover
tooled by gene autry worth more than what the row of front pews sold
for to those who had to be noticed because they were going to heaven
faster than a harley farmer who liked his hog louder than all the rest he
was neither nobleman nor satan he was pitchfork Lancaster

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist