Lost Souls

Lost Souls

A Chapter by Dave Brown



Watching while Buzzard’s circled

Above prairie sand shifting all round

The Coyote stood mostly hidden

Careful to not make a sound


From his place on a raised bluff

He watched one rider laying still

The other, trying to keep standing

Was also, short steps from boot hill


They had both quarreled

Was what I had heard

Over a Barmaid or Horse

The situation was blurred


It became two more Old West guns

Deciding how this would turn

The Buzzard’s cared not at all

Nor did the Coyote show concern


The warm wind, while shifting soft sand

Didn’t consider fools and their ways

The wide sky would still remain blue

As two Gunfighter’s finished their days


While wide prairie lay indifferently

Hungry Buzzard’s considered a feast

Of these two going to their maker

Who would never see a priest


Slowly swallowed by the desert

These lost souls with no name

Would leave nothing behind

Not even the slightest sand stain




© 2022 Dave Brown

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The law of the desert. If you die alone. You will feed the free animals. Dave, I did like the tale. Where I live. We have the lake birds. They eat everything too. Good morning from Michigan and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.

Posted 5 Days Ago

Dave Brown

5 Days Ago

good morn
hope you are not one of those buried in the mega-snow fall
It's good to have the imagination stirred as the autumnisation of the soul progresses into the winter months. And no horse with no name was lost in this scene!

Posted 5 Days Ago

Dave Brown

5 Days Ago

nothing as beautiful as a horse, name or no name
Red Brick Keshner

5 Days Ago

A g r e e d !
What a thought. All the evidence gone. The buzzards and coyote waiting patiently to pick the bones clean. And all over a barmaid or horse. You do tell a darn good story in rhyme Dave. My muse has been lazing. I hope she will start to do a bit of work. Hope all good with you. Cold here today.


Posted 5 Days Ago

Dave Brown

5 Days Ago

Ah yes, that nasty condition called cold
It is no wonder your muse is hiding away.
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Added on November 22, 2022
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Dave Brown
Dave Brown

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