dead outlaw

Several Strangers Stood

unknowing of their fate

time, for once, stood still

shattered glass ribcages frozen

Mouths sealed shut run amuck

death stares with icy eyes, lips moist

the men's mistake

was the reapers delicious bait

a swoop of the scythe

had taken all of the men's lives

undodgeable, it

is swift and always accurate

see the cemetary

for proof of his accuracy

although the men died,

they died free from man-made constraints

a regretful loss

but a most enviable death

to the outlaws free

from people's immobility

they died how they wished

a gun in hand, bullet in head

 

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