• SHOWDOWN
    by UC Poika


    I pause in the street
    two guns strapped upon my hips
    death smells fill the air

    a silvery flash
    a bullet tears at my flesh
    but I'm still alive

    a fallen bad man
    folds the last hand of his life...
    he was the dealer

    Miss Kitty hugs me
    returning I limp to Doc's
    my job done again

    I turn off the show
    look at the urn clad mantle
    glad I put you there

    the photo I took
    when I shot you at high noon
    falls down from the wall

    modern gunslinger...
    returning I limp away
    tears mark your passage