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.
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2019
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