Mountain Comics

With the mule trains
Leather dusters
Firearm arsenal
And strung up
Before their stronghold
A headless carcass
Spread eagle
And gutted like Jesus

The grim unshaven faces
Towering gods
Before silver beer cans
Tossed aside
With a weekday job
Or nagging wife
For mountain time
With the boys

This is serious business

 Until
The hunters mount up
Vanish into low
White clouds at first light
While their quarry
Steps out of
Ponderosa shadows
To saunter
Through camp
Giving me
Every reason to laugh
At the best laid plans
Of man