A LEGEND OF OLD
God is
A two-fisted, sixgun-totin’
Son of a mountaineer.
Jump at the jangle of his spurs.
Cringe at the flash of his broad, silver buckle.
A swoop of his hand: saloon doors swing open.
“Drink thou deeply,” he says.
We drink deeply.
“Pay thou.”
We pay.
“Where are the women?”
No paltry penis he,
But a mysterious filament
With which he spawns and entwines the world
Like a seminal lariat.
His hard boot crunches onto the road.
He is alone.
His hair shimmers.
His gold earring glitters.
He is free as wind.
His spit sizzles on the sidewalk as he mounts.
He rides on in fearsome abandon.
He’ll never make the sunset.
He’s there!
1977
"A Legend of Old" was first published in Monsters in a Half-way House, 1981,
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