we step into the shoes
of a cowboy, down on-
to the dusty ground of
the plains, the revolver
strains against our side
and we feel but ignore
the sun

the town, like all towns,
is silent as we walk in,
one big foot in front of
the other, and when we
go into the saloon the
men playing cards fold,
the bartender puts down
his glass, and the ******
and other women turn
to look us up and down

and all we do is smile,
with our big broken
teeth, and they smile
too

we were the new kid
on the block, the last
hope for humanity, the
big man on town, and
we knew that things
were going to be ok
as we ordered a drink
and sat down with a
******* one side and
a fresh hand being
dealt on the table in
front of us