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

gunman;

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

gunman

saunters into town

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