sun child

Sun Child

He rode
in from
the past
pow pulled
the trigger
blew a
hole thru
the ghost
world of
the future
drawed &
quartered
contrition
flew her
remains like
a battered
battle flag
over the
carnage
took hostages
whispered
terms of
surrender in
their pink
little ears
he knew
he didn’t
have long
to live
but what
of it
he’d go
home victorious
in a
coffin fashioned
from
sea shells,
drums &
bugles for
the Shangri-La
of his
soul.


His name
was Sun
Child, &
you’ve not
heard the
last of him.

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