Buffalo Bob
is ding-dong dead
rode across plains,
chaps flapping
and banged the breeze
six-shooting.
He was purty
perfectly winsome
so he’s gone died
and Charon rows
him home.
And how don’t Death
in Hades’ barbershop,
combing and combing,
calming and cajoling,
do up for the last roundup
his long blond hair?
Ride ‘em, cowboy, ride ‘em;
from here on out
in this red-hot realm
you ride nowhere.
Jack D. Harvey’s poetry has appeared in Scrivener, Mind In Motion, Slow Dancer, The Antioch Review, Bay Area Poets’ Coalition, The University of Texas Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal, The Piedmont Journal of Poetry and a number of other on-line and in print poetry magazines over the years.
The author has been writing poetry since he was sixteen and lives in a small town near Albany, N.Y. He was born and worked in upstate New York. He is retired from doing whatever he was doing before he retired.
© 2016, Jack D. Harvey
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