A Western

A Western

 

Heat visibly bounces off the thick tar of the gallows,

Rattled from within, cattle architecture

Lines the straight path to the future.

The death penalty desires center stage.

 

Rattled from within, cattle architecture

Shed paper thin leather, up unto windy plains,

The death penalty desires center stage,

Act 1, the good book and a troglodyte.

Shed paper thin leather, up unto the plains

The smell of death brushes our killer’s greased hair.

Act 1, the good book and a troglodyte

You stand here accused today…

 

The smell of death brushes our killer’s greased hair

The southpaw, drooling dull red, screams at circling vultures,

You stand here accused today

Act 2, Cain’s last words.

 

The southpaw, drooling dull red, screams at circling vultures,

Are you not my brother?

Act 2, Cain’s last words

I am not his keeper, let me dangle by the neck.

 

And so the west was won.

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