Walk
I gaze out into the desert horizon,
A beautiful summers day,
To watch the Sun a’ risin,
Under its beam I wish I coulda layed;
If I was a rested man,
Who didn’t take kindly,
To the steel in his hand,
But my eager temper did me no favors finely.
“Keep walking, don’t make a wrong move, if your toe so much as leaves that sand, you’d soon be a dead man.”
He kept walking neat to my surprise,
With the last of his fluids wellin there, right in his eye.
When he fell he crawled,
Then the crawl turned to a ball of a man bawling,
Goddamnit is he hollering,
To ever creature man women and child has his story been scrawled.
“Please Duke let me leave,
I only wish to see my family’s tree,
Out by our farm,
And down that dirt road,
Do you really thing for one bad deed my souls been
Bought and sold?”
“What’s a soul to be sold?
Do I think you’ve made a deal not worth taking? No
Do I believe that the devil came and went from your
doorstep, his bloodied boots leaving prints through
your momma’s front porch? No I damn well don’t.
But I believe you’re wrong for what you’ve done. You
robbed a man a chance at life.”
“Who’ve I robbed?
Who’ve I cheated?
What poor soul have I bloodied and beaten
To deserve this wayward act of treating?”
“You robbed me, of all that I love, of every star in the
sky and heaven above. You cheated me of glory or
fame, it is you who disgraced my name.”
“Who am I then, who have done these deeds, to a
man who a man who has little need-“
The sentence abrupted, it’s tale fucked neat, as I sit staring at hole while the man’s soul depletes.
“You were me, at a younger age, a man who found himself more useful than sage. A man filled with hate and anger, that fueled his rage. What is hate but a monstrosity to the living, an emotion that promises so much, but ain’t in the mood for givin’? Can this restless soul be forgiven?”
The body like ash lies cold, and is taken by the sand as I reach down and move earth to give him a hand.
“I forgive you, though it does pain me, I do. You were young and dumb, tried and true, I just wish we coulda spoken many moments ago, at least just a few.”
I take in the desert,
I take in the rising Sun,
As I sit down finally starin, at my polished gun.
One shot rangs out in the distance, followed by four more, as I bury this metal in the sand, to see what I a man have in store.
