By unknown — personal copy ; Mortuary Photo, Public Domain

The Gunslinger

The most difficult thing is to keep seeing sense
With our mission and sureness of purpose now withered
As everything drifts far from everything else.

Notice how pointless the pearl handled pistols
The spurs, faithful horse and carved leather.
The difficult thing is to keep seeing sense.

We avoid the oblivion by checking our pulse
For a beat that persuades our good spirits to gather
While everything drifts far from everything else.

Why is this the best moment to be in? The tense
Way we wait for the wound to grow numb and then whether
The difficult thing is to keep seeing sense

As the seam comes apart from beginning to end.
With a strand in each hand we can draw them together
And watch as they drift far from everything else.

What was there to do but what we did best?
Even if what we did would have never pleased Mother.
The difficult thing is to keep seeing sense
While it all drifts away, far from everything else.

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