[Charlie Southerland]

Limit: Two Tons

HaHa Two-Ton Sally beats her white drum.
Her teepee thrums thrums power in the night.
A brave and maiden sit nearby. They've come
for help to procreate and Sally's sight

is undisputed. She makes medicine
and ties the couple with a leather strap
together to a pole, serves mescaline
to them there with a wooden spoon. Her lap

is full of potions. Honey locust thorns
are placed in dolls in private places, lit
a little, fire and smoke in them with horns
from buffalo, white and bleached. A snake-bit

chipmunk bleeds out in each; his dying squeal
is mimicked, and Sally, (who barely weighs eighty),
smiles and laughs into the fire where the deal
is done. Their wish is granted and weighty.