The Western (KCET Poem of the Month)

The Western by Fred Chandler

The drifter with two guns at his hips comes and then goes

No stories are very clear but many are constantly told

What he dares leave behind are not dead bodies but souls

Now you can't put a finger on it try as we might to let unfold

But something stirs in the horse barn for us all to behold

The cemetery tombstones in the Spring are wet and cold


LA 12/10/10