Ghost of Doogun Hill
camp whiskey
foretold the tin cup
of whose lips left her mark
this time it wasn't free hot flames
flickered in the dark patron owl rehearsed
the repeat note
ghost of
doogun hill
one of them watched
the melted glass take rune shape
one of them wrote one of them put blood
to her free will together they dug a grave
for the rape stain six inches up the quill
madam lit pipe
prayer confiscated sin
she stirred the coals there
were no tears to wipe madam took
out the deed conjuring the ghost of doogun hill
son of a bitch you bought your grave we own the cross
and the property upon which it sits souvenir of the bad book
camp whiskey
foretold confession
of the midwife why she delivered script
knocking on satan's door tempting him until
he was done for it she spent time away
madam oversees it
she says nothing is free
karma had its day she passed the tin cup
with these words devil's been bit patron owl
rehearsed the repeat note devil's been bit
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
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