He was hanged
in the yard
near the Yellowstone
What a guy! he offers
the gnarled old man his seat -
jumps off next stop!
'That's fecking good! '
sings the uncouth
creep in jeans
Ashamed of shaking
hands, he bends
close to the fork.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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