THE PEACEMAKER SLEPT
The sun is up, the sun is yellow, shining bright.
Reflection of chrome, pointed nowhere in particular.
Where there should be peace, it’s high noon.
A breakdown in communication, shrieking bars.
Reflection of chrome, pointed nowhere in particular,
until an itching trigger finger got caught in its snare.
A breakdown in communication, shrieking bars,
teeth bared between tumbleweed growth on worn face.
Until an itching trigger finger got caught in its snare,
the peacemaker slept with his stetson over good eye.
Teeth bared, between tumbleweed growth on worn face,
an enemy with a singular task approaches his foe.
The peacemaker slept with his stetson over good eye,
a scarred patch could see past the dusty row.
An enemy, with a singular task, approaches his foe,
notorious with two-fisted cannons to smoke him.
A scarred patch could see past the dusty row,
his hearing, respectable - comes recurring nightmare,
notorious with two fisted cannons to smoke him.
A red-tailed hawk tattles on the uncuffed catalyst.
His hearing, respectable - comes recurring nightmare.
Where there should be peace, it’s high noon
A red-tailed hawk tattles on the uncuffed catalyst.
The sun is up, the sun is yellow, shining bright.
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