the enemy’s shadow throttles the sky
a look turns me old, I’m too young to die!
I scutter and know the sapping of veins
he swaggers, I stagger, vengeance his aim
guns were my courage, shot many a con
each of those tigers went blubbing and wan
the ringmaster motions kneel and obey
I’m bound in a boot, the blend of my days
the motor goes silent, end of the line
I think of the deeds no pleas will rewind
the sun hits my sockets, metal my cheek
get out, get moving, I’ve deadlines to keep
he pulls back the trigger, where are you Lord?
a bang, nothing figures, death by the sword