Hell's Pulpit Angel: You Have a Dog in Heaven Lord

her tattoo
spit blood in
the eye of a broken
pulpit her black cloak
and white collar shed for
black harley leathers 

the ink
in the needle
colored her arm
a new religion her
patch sewn on her leather
next door to the tattoo parlor
her service to god apocryphal

her fame equal
to belle starr and
the james younger gang
jesse james pack

a born-again biker
avenging more than
just a poem about the
soft and caring unseen
side of bikers she attracted
a following like something out
of hollywood she carried the
bronson rock a bonified tool to
fix her harley in a show of then
came bronson where he used a
rock to straighten out his fender after
going over the highside she left the
bronson rock for a grave marker with
the boy who was burying his dog along
roadside hell's pulpit angel said a prayer
you have a dog in heaven lord

Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist