One Last Breath Poem by Thomas Cornfield

One Last Breath
By Thomas William cornfield

In the west the sun came high.
The temperate rose as my body lie.
lying there upon the ground
for a band of thieves had shot me down.
they had taken my gold, and horse and let me lie.
For a flock of vultures were flying high.
I watched those beasts of screaming death,
falling from the blue.
calling me as they come.
If I could reach my gun my life would soon be done.
But the sand will not let me move,
and the hole in my side oozes out
the long living substance with no relief.
Oh God I wish you would help me reach.