16. a Short and Violent Life Ends. a Legend Begins Part 2

Continued From: 15. A Short And Violent Life Ends. A Legend Begins http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195837 **************************************************************************** She slowly approached the lifeless form on the floor. She knelt down, turned him over and gasped in horror at who she saw. "Is he dead?" Garrett asked. "Is it The Kid?" He asked again. Deluvina rose to her feet and lounged out at him. She violently pounded her fists on Garrett's chest as she screamed the vilest curses she could bestow upon his head. She wanted to scratch his eyes out of his skull. She wanted him suffering. She wanted him dead. Garrett's deputies and her friends tried to pull her away from him but even with their combined strength it was a task difficult to employ. Interspersed between her tears, Deluvina Maxwell cried out to all who could hear, "They've killed my little boy!" Billy's body was then carried to the carpenter shop and carefully laid down on top of a table. Lit candles were placed surrounding The Kid. The village then held an all night long candle lit vigil. Women and children, the old and the poor, even manly men were seen openly weeping, as they all walked by giving their final good bye to their fallen young friend now eternally sleeping. **************************************************************************** To Continue Go To: 17. A Short And Violent Life Ends. A Legend Begins, Conclusion http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=195835