Wednesday, August 15, 2012

The Rifleman


They said he came 
out of smoke
Two-syllable name
Wicked eye

A myth
A manchild
Gnashed teeth
A rifle

Rumbled the hillside
Took its town,
its stones
Shot it down
Burned it down

He knew the Devil
Smelled like fire
He died in the desert
Ate up by a pack of dogs

That’s what I heard
He was Mexican
Son of sad Ranchero
Was seen on a bus leaving town 
with a white woman

A manchild
Gnashed teeth
A pile of dead birds 
and songs at his feet

The Rifleman

1 comment:

  1. That was Swedish which meant sweet in the OC town where I grew up.

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