Told you it cannot be this way
You spat clean against my cheek
When the moon had told you not to disobey
How did you come to this disfigurement?
A close up reveals more than words can say
These broken hills hide all manner of things
Like men without a past or a name
But women cannot hide in the West
And not a gun slung among
Can ease your widow's duress
You gilded by campfire glow
As the reason for your living slips away
Slit mouthed and split tongued
Evidence to those who done you wrong
I say vengeance will hold its sway
Curling you tight in this bittersweet night
Such that the dawn finds your enemies
Unhorsed unmanned and gun-shy
Mark my words sure as a pistol shot
Many ends will come this day
To those been living on borrowed time
To those with debts to pay.
© shaun patrick green 2011
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