cowboy's crow
riding tough
a cowboy's crow
too eager for the taste
of forgetfulness
a wide cut at the gut
to celebrate
our ascent to appearances
of success
to rest is foolish and
the opportunity stinks
of yesterday's prisons
and today's neglect
past sunset
is weakening
a change in fall beneath
a tightening rope
departed to act
to spite this growth
crawling, shrivelled
ridden and dry
line them up those
who haven't squandered
the days, and days, and days
by and by
