The Outlaw
by Alice B. Clagett


My gut,
he would tout,
Is loaded
wití lead

That I canít
be without

Why not?
Theyíd blurt out

And then
he would shout:

Iíd rather be blud-
geoned than
take out that slug
and then wince
to the pinch
of a lynch mobís


-- a poem by Alice B. Clagett
22 February 2018


from "The Chalice and the Crucible"   Site home page: 2U3D


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