Walk XVI

Walk XVI

By: Chase L. Currie

 

‘My boots stroll in the shadow

Of my blood

                With their sinful roots

My pa ran from the Law

                A gunslinger by fate

                An outlaw by action

He ran with those Demon Bandits

                Played fast with a six-shooter

                Shot down a man in Oklahoma

Smoke a pipe in Texas

                With my ma

                Knocked boots

                                Got me

Pa found a hanging home

                In Arizona at Mr. Law’s house

Ma took me back to North Cackalack to our people

But the shadow of death

                Flew over head

The Raven dropped pa’s gat in my hands

The outlaw song played at noon

                Now, I on the run

                Dashing from Mr. Lawman.’

 

This young cat spun his tune

As we walked

In an Autumn Park

Watching a Hawk

                Playing with the winds of an angel’s wings

And each step of fate

On this path

Was a bit closer

                To the die coming up

                                Snake eyes

                                The house wins

           Always does

At the end

Sat that Mister Five Star Man

                In pale shades

                A rifle resting on his knee

                His pack of wolves on his side

All for this young outlaw

All I could do is what I did -

                               

           Keep on walking.