Bone Saw Trifecta
He chose to play the cheater’s hand.
The stakes were worth his manhood.
He perished in his paddock boots
Like Wild Bill did in Deadwood.
The edge of the assassin’s blade
Was cold and unforgiving.
The dead get stripped of dignity.
The spoils go to the living.
The hitman shut the stable door,
A bone saw in his hand,
The blood drops on his wingtips?
Just the jockey’s reprimand.
Copyright © Michael Kalavik | Year Posted 2024
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