Monday, January 14, 2008

The Man With No Name, 1887

Lawless justice, orphan pilgrim
in a land more scorched than an
easy-snapped twig.
And just as black.
Open to the highest bidder:
a country whored,
in the prairie a dog and piano.
Losing what they contain
the fences spread
and seek to encroach upon even
more ruthless terrain;
the man who loves trails
scatters courteous
and frightened,
like a fly to more
till both he and his land
die, drained and starved.

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