Armor rent
lance broken, old six gun smokin',
burnin' scars in one hand.
Electric Demons laughin' fire.
The Cowgirl takes a bow
retreats from the field
of play
and drags down the lane
her heart heavy behind
like a sack a kittens
ready for the river;
boots kickin' up the dust
as she spurs her sweetness
too slow ahead,
and thinks…
It's as good a time as any
for a nap in the shade…
