Tony Bush Poet Verse

Valdez Is Coming

On the serpentine weave of winding roads
Where dust and sand is blown
I refuse to tender apologia
For the things I do not own;
Tumbleweed memories roll on by
Then all at once are gone,
What point is there in bemoaning
Of dreams once dwelt upon?

The crack-foot tread of a crooked mile
That led far away from home
It made no scanty difference
Such roads all lead to Rome;
Things that I by instinct did
Fabricated to tender hurt,
What point in reminiscing
When everything is dirt?

My invite of you, come along with me
If you have such a mind,
Or if you have no feelings
Or things to leave behind;
Valdez is coming from far away
From the valley where dawn will break,
What point in theorising
On the vengeance in his wake?

Valdez is coming from out the sun
With vengeance in his wake,
Valdez is coming hard and fast
From the valley where dawn will break;
Valdez is coming and thus is death,
Down the ransacked esplanade,
What point in loss and grieving
For the lives we never made?

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