Cruel Marks Looked Like Hebrew: Holy Pommel

leather smelled
of Holy pommel,
Rose of Sharon
permeated horse
lather,

aspens adjusted
their roots, what the
trees saw was a collapsed
woman in the saddle of transition,
she rode through their thickness,
weaving deeper into the woods,
tree resin anointed her boots,

reins worn
near to breaking
scarred with injustice
of the whipping of her hide,
life's cruel marks ױלקדױ looked
like Hebrew on her back leaching
with pus, away from the one who
inflicted rule in the name of jealousy's
sick madness, the wood's canopy, the
hooves of immortality, the owl's teaching,
these things free of politics and corruption...

and then the woods
took her into their embrace
and Judas horseflesh freed her.

Copyright 5.22.2010 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist