Pinstriped figures,
Flicked their stogies into the blackness
Raised their barrels, toward the distant silhouettes
Captive only to their luminous headlights

One by one
A loud thud pursued after the next
Some of them convulsing on their way down
Writhing in each passing slug
Spewed from the mouths of their chattering irons

Those pinstriped devils
Began shoveling this foreign soil
Swallowed by wilderness
And the evils of seclusion

A lanky mastermind
Cut through the haze of gun smoke
Three pieced clad
His wide brim, cooly tilted

Those lingering saps
Catch a magnum’s unforgiving bark
Splitting their skulls,
With a madman’s sickly ease

Vendetta ruled this night
Draining her subjects
With a hail of misguided rage
And the trembling onlookers
Turned into spineless passers by