Deadwood
Acacia tree satel’ the prairie land
townsfolk gather the witnessing stand
music man muster the rhythm band...
a waltz they played,
gravedigger prep a solo grave,
shackles jingle accursed limbs...
hands & feet,
each thwack step... weak, weak, weak,
hidden from popular sight
a woman, Abigail, weep
latched onto mercy’s flee.
hers the lie condemned the meek,
hangman readies the gallows floor
spring-door springs, dangling legs swings,
neck snaps a hoarsen gasp,
buckeyes bleed,
Copyright © David Maxoptimism | Year Posted 2018
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