Shot-Dead: For Word Morth Contest

Shot Dead Shot where I stood, though the slug missed my ticker My horse, newly shod, sent for cop or for vicar I’ve made my last stand in this old grain shed He’ll steal no more seed with that hole in his head The drought that has led to his treacherous deed Has dried up the field and the creek and its reed May my last act on my headstone be read Long into the future... long after I’m dead 28 February 2019 For Jesse Rowe’s Word Morth contest.