Swinging doors
smacked with redemption

Enter the amber eyes
perusing the joint
Sweeping turn of heads

a hand so resonate
to the play of the gun

a deepened Growl
rose to play

"Where IS HE"!

Of darkest shadows
an emerged figure
Ramshackled
dressed in black

lifting eyes so slowly
darkened
mouth so curled

his cards
silently spread

a delicate word
"Here"

as clicking boot spurs
hung long and low
tapped the sound

the death keeper
a gracious

flow

He rose his glass

torn pieces
from my heart

then Tipped his hat

"Another turning of the dirt my boy's"

Resting my hand
No one shall die again today

for my man
with goodness

I Shall wait

Walk with the preacher
today

As sodden dirt
is falling from their hands

My sudden thoughts

Create the deathly
Plans