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the Dark Town poems II: The wastelander
THE WASTELANDER
Surviving the desert’s cruel kiss
The man walks along
Sand fills his boots and his heart has no bliss
As the man walks on
Giving the shifting sands of time and a glare of his gun
The man walks along
Frightened and Scared, the sand twists into a bun
As walks a long, long, walk
No food, no shelter, and not even a drink
The man walks along
His eyes deadlocked, and he, not even stirring up a blink
He walks a long walk
His poise is excellent, his game face is set
He walks along
Heavy boots splits the sands of his eternal bet
As he walks on.
A storm is coming but he does not hide
As he walks forward.
He’s body is built, but he has not ounce of pride
As he walks on.
Sand swells around but he does see
As he walks on
His mind is set, his thoughts are free
As he walks into the storm
Looking back, he sees it again,
A tower that has no end
II
A storm is here but he doesn’t want to see
As he walks on.
Those beloved, they who can walk free
While he walks
The town, it laid dead ahead
But he kept on walking
But the tower was in the back of his head
As he kept walking
His bet, he remembered his bet
As he kept walking
No matter what, he had to pay his debt
As he kept walking
A thousand upon a thousand years he betted on a life
He kept on walking
Now, he was here and she was away with a knife
But he still walked on
Her love for him turned him cold
But he kept on walking
She was with them, her mother and father of old
As he kept on walking
III
Day was night and night was day
As he walked on.
Not one memory flew, not one his way
As he walked on
For he knew it would give him dismay
As he walked on
The tower was in the back of his mind, as he turned and looked
Then, he walked away
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