The B-Westerns’ barroom brawls

have spawned a herd of wannabes

with renewed gossip among the locals—


and every year someone dies

with too many horses powered

by alcohol.  And all the young wranglers


stay sensible, until they forget

the promises they made to themselves,

their wives and families.


A century and a half ago,

a horse knew his slow way home,

and if his rider fell off


it usually didn’t kill him.


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