Everything goes silent
People gather 'round
Watching and waiting
Yet still not a sound
The sun beating down
Men stand and face
The wind picks up
Dust dances with grace
A glare of hard steel
Passing from eye to eye
Not a muscle is moving
But the sun in the sky
One man suddenly moves
As swift as a fox
Draws his pistol and shoots
Deaths hand locks
A man in mid draw
Dies in a second
He should have listened
When forgiveness beaconed
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My Poetry
PoetryAll of my poems gathered into one book (who knows, maybe someday published as so? probably not :-/ ) poems of different topics but none would be on here if I didn't truly like it, if i didn't think I did good on one, it would be gone.
