pull all those
nails from that
gopherwood, see
how many pull out crooked,
put all those crooked ones in
a coffee can when you're finished,
you'll see the coffee can is full of crooked
nails, you can't salvage even one of them,
throw them back to Satan where they came from,
in the fire, let them burn, nothing can be built of any
strength and character from Satan's spikes, there's a
religion to building Dreams,

I told her
to stay away,
away from that
evil structure, but
she wouldn't listen,

I'm wise to
fake wood, the
gyrfalcon won't
take its lure; wolf
of the sky - three color
morphs, dark, white and
gray,

its veneer
peels relationships,
it decays mortal souls,
it corrupts nails, only thing
it's not noxious to, the nailclaw,
the Firebrand's equalizer, rebuilding
Dreams.

Copyright 12/29/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist