a portable chunk of code
cast as a cambion born to
a mortal woman, sired by an
incubus, Merlin a non-human
wellspring, a bard driven mad
crossbred with the prophetic knowledge
of Nostradamus, begotten as a devil as
an intended Antichrist,

I, a sage, do dare you
to install the widget of Merlin Nostradamus
my invention, copy and paste prophecy,
a lesbian wizardess who can tell you no more
and no less of pious plague, the Schick test of
diptheria, injection of toxin, inflammation
indicative of the lack of immunity, herbicide to
kill weeds that twine around hypocrisy, apothecary
and seer,

quatrains, healing and clear prophecies
built into the widget of Merlin Nostradamus,
and the rose pill to prevent against the plague,
no mistranslations, annual almanac and
published tables of the day, the fools, would-be
code breakers of the widget of Merlin Nostradamus,
be warned of purporting virus and bible-based
end-of-the-world nonsense, omen is coded
into the widget of Merlin Nostradamus, a code of
oracles, occult works burning with the sage's brilliant
flame, her works on vellum treated with salt peter,

clairvoyance, claraudible, scrying at the abbey,
quatrains, the wine label bearing the secret
code of the exact date of the widget of Merlin Nostradamus
a lesbian wizardess, I can tell you no more or no less.

Copyright 3.3.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist