By Quinten N., Wolfforth, TX
(A Haiku Of A Fight With A Texas Ranger)
Smoldering Barrels
Life Drifts Alongside Gunsmoke
Eyes Glance Upward, Blank!
Silence Hangs Heavy
All Faults Held In Frigid Hangs
Hollow Of Any Guild
Gun In Holster
Triumph Over, He Lives Again
Death's Artifact....Still!...