The Left Handed Gunman

Don’t talk of him

the shambling man


In his long dark coat

and wide brimmed hat

who saunters into town


Step by step,

break by fragile break

he stumbles

on the ground


Akward presence,

betrayed by the darkest eyes


He is the left handed


warrior of the waste


The is no justice

or good in him;

Just death


Only death


The shooting irons,

hot and steady;

With a single shot

they fall right down


To his quick eye

To his swift hand


And they whisper

“He comes,

here he comes.

Death comes to town”


And they flee


And they scream


As the left handed


saunters into town


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