J. Frank Dalton (1842-1951)
He rode a twisted trail,
He lied a tortured, fact-faked tale
Of Jesse James and unexpected shames
Of Quantrill’s carnage, powder-smoke and flames.
He wasn’t who he said—
He wasn’t Jesse James, long dead
But something gaudier and grander yet
Imposter-champion none can forget.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2010
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