Go And Get Him, Then

They did Crazy Horse wrong......

A mind was made to have a man;
Friends plucked by thieving fingers one by one.
He’ll be none the wiser to his loyal men,
Not so loyal with blood at the tip of their nose.

Go and get him, then
You know where he resides
Go and get him, Red
Have him by his sides

And Red dragged him; no friends in this place
Sinister plans give rough sounds at the backs of throats.
Touch him light to keep the mystery not yet here,
Soon enough, friends, our way will be had with him.

Hold him tight, then
Point his face to mine
Hold him tight, men
He has yet to resign

A flash of light in his knowing eyes, about to break.
The knife from his shirt his final fight.
Disheartened at the fall of his hand in the eyes of friends,
Grinning lustily and their intent to clutch hard a life.

Stab his back, then
Let his crimson blood fall
Stab his back, men
Let Crazy Horse stain the wall

Author's Note

For my father.

Reviews

[Rossen]

Stab his back, men ...telling words!

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Very intense. I was picturing a tragic day at Ft Robinson, nebraska some years ago. It seems you con-temporized your poem. Love the work, glad to find your writing.

[E.H. Monroe]

How is this only reviewed by two people?
What the f**k is wrong with this place?
I see betrayal, I see a judas syndrome, a man who never gives up?
A man who would break, if he didnt decide to bite the bullet himself.
This has layers like an onion...
intersting and definietly get a different feel everytime its read.

[Crowley]

Awwwww hell yes! That made me proud and it had to have made your pops proud. that was absolutely amazing, the historical feel mixed with abstract brush strokes and that first line was a doozy...back with a vengeance.