blame the
fire at Shiloh,
a soothsayer's
tent, friend and foe,

a firebrand
dilated upon
her sagacity and
affections, a farm
woman's vent,

the Native
American horse
bred to Grey Eagle,
45,000 pounds of corn,
49,000 pounds of hay, stoves,
forges, cauldrons, Book of Shadows,
color lavender, diaries and letters confiscated,

short, secure
supply route known
as the Cracker Line, foraging
she ate pussy, glut in the religious
book market, literary rape of the witch
by the quartermaster chaplain of the brigade,
later he contracted lockjaw from stepping on
my alchemical rusty nail, his parishioners walked
behind the horse-drawn hearse, horse's ass tail in
a braid, his tetanus skull can go to burn in hell!

yesterday, the
holy sabbath, she
had her fortune told,
the story of the preacher
and the whore's gold would
send her to the stake for refusing
to conform and naming confidential
sources, an artist wished to depict her
horses, since expired from the Civil War
times, such an illustration to inspire a poet
and her endurance, rebellion rhymes cloaked
in allegory,

she built
an altar circle
from a debris of
broken wagons in
a group of oaks, ring
of fire she tells the story,
dead horses at her feet, how
it felt to cleanse a battlefield tilled,
turning the soil over from evil forces
for the planting of potatoes, determined
to tear off the masks of hypocrisy and denial
of those who suffer from survivor's guilt, the
phantoms in a blood-stained period, she lit the
match, f***ed the farm woman, second coming
of hectare, revival tarp, her bible Farmer's Almanac,
wild pot in the burlap sack, blame the fire at Shiloh...all
that she has rebuilt...I wrote the most popular verse of the
lesbian confederacy,"oiling the hames hanging in Robert E.
Lee's horsebarn"...

I...

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