Boot Hill
Never-ending bloodstained boots tossed on top
of the growing mound of vignettes
around so many young men
seeking a name to boast
courageous conquests
facing the best
gunfighters
just to
die
NB: A nod to Robert Hinshaw and his poem ‘A Stroll Through Boot Hill Cemetery’.
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