The Deseret Milk Company

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Mary B. ran 
the Deseret 
Milk Company, 

dispatching her 
squadron of 
stainless steel 

carriers between 
farm and 
plant like a queen. 

When four 
fat drivers 
droned on 

about overwork 
and low pay, 
she simply 

turned them 
out, started 
driving herself. 

A gray government
semi ran the 
stop sign 

at Ute and 
Van Buren, plowed
her broadside, 

rupturing the 
tank, spilling 
Mary as well. 

A sea of 
pure white 
lapped around 

her lifeless 
form 
as though 

it could 
float her to 
some promised land.