Monday, September 19, 2011

Elegy for John Wayne

He made a vehicle from bones
and bottles
in the desert
and drove it straight into the heart
of the city.
Made love to a barbed wire fence
and dripped blood from his teeth.
Killed a woman for breathing too loud
kissed a man for pulling
a thorn out of his throat.
He had never seen the ocean,
he was afraid something so big
would swallow him whole.
His pistols shot fireworks into the night
and children cheered
and the news made it their lead story
and someone lost an eye.
He died in the saddle,
was buried with his boots on,
and rose from the dead on New Years Eve.

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