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Western Spaghetti
Metal eyes like dragon wings,
slit and sultry on the suns hot belly.
Eyes shot with silver prophecy;
Flecked in flint edged voices,
carried against burning flesh.
Breathing clenched against screams of white flagged words
on heat still air.
Prison held stance in the darkness concealed
No knowledge;
the game is ignorance
the playing past;
its winner wields an empty gun.
