Winchester
Betrayed by a glint of errant sun,
the gun that won the West,
its stock century-bleached
with the tree it leant against,
the tree that gathered it into itself
in an unexpected marriage,
divorced after a hundred hidden years.
Close by in forgotten earth,
mouldered scraps of cloth,
potsherds of bone,
a blink of yellow metal fragments of a life
lost in the winning of the land.
A Model 73 Winchester was found leaning against a juniper
tree in Nevada’s Snake Mountains. It had been there for 130
years.
c. Paul Mein. 17/1/15
Betrayed by a glint of errant sun,
the gun that won the West,
its stock century-bleached
with the tree it leant against,
the tree that gathered it into itself
in an unexpected marriage,
divorced after a hundred hidden years.
Close by in forgotten earth,
mouldered scraps of cloth,
potsherds of bone,
a blink of yellow metal fragments of a life
lost in the winning of the land.
A Model 73 Winchester was found leaning against a juniper
tree in Nevada’s Snake Mountains. It had been there for 130
years.
c. Paul Mein. 17/1/15
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