the doom slinger 9 act 2

mourning 
found Drakon 
once again
retracing his 
waltzing 
strides 
his wrath
heating  
his flesh 
which  
dripped 
sweating 
weeping
through 
his skin 
falling 
as 
droplets
of 
sizzling 
fatty gloom    
into the 
streets 
coarse sands 
grinding 
teeth 

flies  
dodged 
the 
annoyed tails 
of yellow 
boned 
horse
skeletons  
collapsed 
hitched outside 
the main 
streets 
drowning trough 
outside the 
blood 
stained glass 
window 
sinderblock
church 
of the 
Fates 

Drakon 
consumed 
with wrath 
unable 
to stop 
himself 
continued on 
determination 
set deep 
in his 
cold 
whetstone 
opaque
eyes
yet 
Drakon 
could feel 
a strange 
cracking 
lunatic grin 
fixing itself
across his 
burnt leather 
on bone 
face 

the light 
would be  
waning soon
vengeance 
was a
waxing 
dark aeons 
had come 
Satan's chest 
parted 
both 
bat wings 
as he 
entered  
the saloon
his right
hand 
hung 
loosely
on a level 
with his 
fancy pistol

the 
bartender 
cried out 
rather 
nervously 

“Whiskey……
OH Shit!”

then 
the bartender
collapsed 
to the 
floor boards 
prostrate
before 
the bar 
as if 
it were 
an altar 
to the 
Fates
that had
just saved 
his life
and he 
was
before 
the altar 
giving his 
regrets  

Satan 
stared at 
the tall 
flaming 
charismatic 
figure of 
Justice 
standing 
at the 
bar 
only for 
the image
to blur 
and 
fade out 
then fade
back in
to show 
Mira naked
her bloody 
cemetery
cartoon tree 
spindly limbs 
patched 
with 
tattered pieces 
of her 
abstract
autumn leaves
dress
flies feeding 
off the 
dried blood 
that had
ceased 
its finite 
weeping  
from the 
bullet hole 
in the
middle 
of Mira’s 
head
that watched 
Satan 
accusingly
without blinking

As if 
the man 
at the 
bar 
the Fates  
called their 
Justice  
could see 
what
Satan 
could see
he
laughed 
loudly
joyously
as he
stepped back 
into 
Satan's vision
Justice 
gestured 
at the
bar 
followed by  
friendly words 
thrown at 
Satan  
that stung 
Satan's
burnt 
leather on bone 
cheeks
flame white 

“man 
it’s a hotty 
Satan 
stop
standing 
in the 
doorway 
a holding 
back the 
breeze 
why not 
getz yourself 
to the 
bar
Hell boy
I’ll buy you 
a whiskey 
lets 
drink to 
your dead 
witch
and 
bastard 
son”  

Satan
didn’t move
flies
stagnated 
around him 
in flight
Justice 
drunk his 
whiskey
then 
refilled 
his 
hourglass 
with his 
right hand  
leaving his 
left hand 
hovering over 
his 
holstered 
six shot 
flaming gavel

Justice 
laughed again 
a lazy
charming 
mocking 
smarming
sound
that went 
with his
next 
monotone 
statement 

“ well 
Satan 
 come lately
 if  we 
ain’t 
gonna be 
civil like 
and 
drink together
I guess 
as 
gentlemen in 
disagreement,
to be 
civil
we should 
perhaps 
due…..” 

Justices 
flaming gavel  
cleared 
his holster 
before he’d 
finished 
the word 
“duel”
and had
his  
flaming gavel's
barrel 
nose up 
and 
deadly
eyeing
Satan's 
disappearing 
nostrils 

Satan's  
cold 
whetstone 
opaque eyes 
had caught 
a slight 
shift
inJustices 
body position
Satan's
right hand
grabbed his
fancy pistol 
by the 
scruff of 
its neck 
and 
fanned his 
fancy pistol
as he
threw himself
back out 
the 
saloons 
batwings 
Satan's 
fancy pistol's 
trigger guard
had been 
cut away 
meaning
his vengeance
clawing 
index finger 
was 
squeezing off 
parting 
lead shots 
before
his back 
hit the
boardwalk
 
a shower 
of 
wooden splinters
rained stakes
down on 
Satan  
from Justice's 
shots
destroying 
the 
swinging 
top half 
off the
bat wings  
that the 
towns laws 
were 
carved on
with 
Yahweh 
the butcher's 
knife 

when 
no more 
shots 
followed 
Satan 
stood up
he pushed 
open 
the remaining 
section off 
the 
bat wings  
while 
using his
right arm 
to holster 
his 
fancy pistol 

he looked 
at the 
bar 
to see 
Justice dead 
instead
he saw 
his lovely 
Mira 
sitting dead 
on the 
saw dust
floor
a
sappy
blood 
skid mark
down 
the altar
front 
from where
his 
lead nails
had 
punctured 
right through 
her chest 
and out
her back.

Mira’s head
sat at 
a strange 
angle
while bees 
went
 in 
and 
out 
her mouth 
as if 
it were
their
Nectar 
filled hive. 

Satan  
fell 
to his 
knees at 
Justices  
black spurred 
boots 
sobbing
his words 
out
that were 
choking 
him.

“ Mira 
love 
i’m so sorry, 
Mira , 
my Mira”

the  dream 
blurred out
then 
back in

© bg 2021

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