100 Pieces of god's Artillery Backfires: Our Thousand Pieces of Gold
they ordered
the wagon wheels
be muffled, we rechristened
bloody hill,
we blasted
into the gaps
of scripture leading
the counterattack,
a small foretaste
of bloodletting would
begin what a firebrand
in a powder keg finished,
we recall The
Sundance Wives
clarion call of a rogue
leviathan.
100 pieces of god's artillery backfires. Our thousand pieces of gold.
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
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Love,
Deborah
I have had family and personal problems. Only one poem written since May. I try to review about everything you write, but have had trouble keeping up. As always, I love your imagery and the way you put things, but disagree with your conclusions and point of view. I hope we can agree to disagree on some things.
You have a unique gift for assembling word pictures in unexpected ways, which I reaslly like.
Take care,
Chip Bergeron