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Dead Man’s Hand

I’m aces and eights 
and the world 
is a spike in my neck
while the girls dance 
in red satin

Their legs shine 
in the dirty boys’ eyes 
and make the hog washer’s 
day bearable

I’m the spent shell in the street 
the empty chamber
the stranger swinging from a rope

While love goes 
for five dollars 
in the upstairs rooms

I’m the body in the alley 
and the half-finished bottle

Cover me in sheets and cry 
if you like 
but place your bets

Let’s settle this sorry business 
and get on down to Hell 

                    - Jeff Weddle
Dead Man's Hand
Jeff Weddle
Paperback | Aug 2019
in store $11.40

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