Another New …

Little-bird silhouette

Throws big-heart

Song of summon-moonrise

Out from laburnum tops.

Big wagon;

Lonely-blue, lost and

Delivery late

Shifting gear.

Siren-street wail,

Losin’ ground in a

Lost-cause,

Goose-is-wild career.

Another new

Everynight

is riding a classic,

Long-boned,

Outlaw-bred hog

Towards my dark-garden

Hope’s shadow-beacon

Fires

To The Dust

He’s head-down, hanging on to the last loyal gasps

Of his grim-boned, stretch-necked mare,

Tired from the flight,

After the last fight.

Passed the two hundred notches mark;

Rifle responsibility heavy on aching

Rein wrenched shoulders.

It’s not going to last much longer –

It can’t –

Surprised he got this outlaw-far.

The road goes ever on, that’s for legend-sure,

Just no guarantee who’ll be on it

Or which way the wind’ll blow;

Though he realises that only now,

Too damned late, but with a wry smile.

The blues, the reds,

The lines and the grey …

How had he managed to

Evade them for so long?

The horse stumbles, blood

Flecks from flared nostrils

Splash to the dust.

It’ll stop hurting

When the pain has gone.

4/3/2013