Switch let out a doggish yelp and
Leaped to join his master. They both
Wound up in barbwire as we
Clattered down the track.
It was me who pushed Lea on the ties
And Jake, who kicked his dog and
Both of us what spooned his beans and
Smoked up his tobacco.
And then we tore Lea’s bedroll.
But there was nothing left to steal.
Cause all that he had left was a
Picture of his Ma.
For my final act of meanness, I tossed
That picture out the door then wallowed
In my discontent, cause God was
There and judged us.
And then we laid in straw corners, mewling
Over Lea’s Crooked teeth, his shuffling
Gait and his Faithful mutt. I knew that we’d
All burn in Hell.
But he'd tasked our generosity.
