Two silver pistols hang from my belt
as I march down a Western street
in one of those fake frontier towns _____in the Arizona dessert.
_____
Probably she thinks it is just another street play
staged at regular intervals for tourists.

In a few minutes,
blood from the gaping wound in her chest _____
will seep through her shattered white linen shirt
and congeal around her swollen face
on the hot brown street

..................................................... home