Judith was a priest it’s true

There simply wasn’t any who

Could take from her the right to do

What ever came to mind to do;

With little  fear of Jesus

The tenants which when

Written down

Would turn a bikers

Head around

They told her to get out

Of town and does …

Still … only as she pleases

Like Kirk evoked the

Wrath of Kan

The town rose up

(Their patience gone)

They dumped their garbage

On her lawn

In collective acrimony

Her whoring ways

The Bishop railed

Should see this devil

Quickly jailed

But justice blinded

Now has failed

Riding on a pony

The sheriff faltered-

Took his leave

Despite a heart worn

On a sleeve

Denied the faith

He once believed

And took the path that’s stony

 A swirl of dust

Rose to the sky

A spray of dirt

Spoke her goodbye

Though daggers flew

This black bird flied

Without a wound to suture

So to the wind

His future flew

He by her side

As if by glue

Pre- Cobra Ford sweet baby blue

Now launched them to the future