poetry by j matthew waters

Aim of the Gunfighter

I stand perfectly still
at dawn
my hands by my side
eyes frozen in time
staring fifteen paces ahead
focused on the pistol that once
taught me all I knew

If I should not live past this
moonless night
collect all the weapons
from inside my mind
and bury them deep by my side
as immeasurable treasure
in an unmarked grave

march two thousand fourteen
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7 thoughts on “Aim of the Gunfighter

  1. Nostalgic, poignant and much enjoyed – well done.

  2. Very good – different from your normal style. I like it!

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