have mostly passed,
pressed into the pages
of history books, but how
they linger in memory!
two men, reputations
mutually compromises,
meet to prove their valor
on the feild of honor.
with great ceremony,
their seconds present
the pistols, oiled and gleaming
deadliness in the wavering light.
the rivals take their places
and, beloved guns in hand,
they stand back-to-back,
gathering courage.
eight paces in opposite
directions, at the signal, turn,
take aim, praying it’s straight,
that your sight remains plumb.
Fire.
