I watched part of a Western tonight after not having watched one for years. So far two poems from it and over an hour more to go. Isn’t it interesting how there is a poem in just about everything. It’s just a matter of keeping an open ear and observant eye.. maybe? Sadly, no pics that I’ve found in my work so far for westerns based poetry… going to have to work on that, right?
Long Knife by Michael Romani When you've spent your whole life At the cutting edge of the long knife Sometimes you stop to question In those pausing moments of hesitation If there is enough, just enough, to drink Or, to ever help you not to think Of how a lesser man driven to the brink Would never find quite enough to drink Or to put away the images of death Nor, to staunch the bleeding heart in days left On his knees, hands groping in the desert sand Tormented by the horror of that one last stand There's a burn in the hurt felt A quiet surrender into the hand dealt The man's whose world depends on the long knife Questions the sanity of his storied life There is no cure for this kind of pain When still breathing if felt like a bane But, the good captain follows his orders For a small pension and secure living quarters Whiling away the hours in whittling and drink Passing the time in distress and at the brink Hoping that the quiet moments won't lead him to think He steadies his nerves with yet another drink (c) August 17, 2018 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved