Marshal Jesus I Law

nobody thought
to question how the
preacher got his Morgan
Silver Dollars until one rolled
down the stairs into the saloon,

whore put an
icepick in his limp
conversation piece,
wasn't more than a pin
head flake of mica that
ejaculated fools gold laundering
Morgans in the icehouse, and the
angel knew it, messenger wings turned
into Marshal Jesus I Law,

saloon keeper
had invested in
preacher's enterprise,
and the lesbian who exposed
it; there would be more to come,
rode out of town with the whore
in a wagon loaded with Morgan Silver
Dollars, her name being Marshal Jesus I Law.

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist