Villon Revisited
(After Francois Villon, b. 1431)
I.
I ve been a hero at Culloden
Though my sword was made of lath,
And my Redcoats were imagined in my mind
My other playmates looked, but they were blind.
I ve walked the streets of Tombstone.
O. K. Corral was where
I would face (with boyhood pistol in my hand)
Embattled cowboys making their grim stand.
II.
Now I raise my grown-up weapon,
A poet s pen against the foe.
But my ink is watery and swiftly fades,
And pens cannot replace boys wooden blades.
Valhalla. Dodge City. No longer near.
Where are the six-guns of yesteryear?
01-27-84
I.
I ve been a hero at Culloden
Though my sword was made of lath,
And my Redcoats were imagined in my mind
My other playmates looked, but they were blind.
I ve walked the streets of Tombstone.
O. K. Corral was where
I would face (with boyhood pistol in my hand)
Embattled cowboys making their grim stand.
II.
Now I raise my grown-up weapon,
A poet s pen against the foe.
But my ink is watery and swiftly fades,
And pens cannot replace boys wooden blades.
Valhalla. Dodge City. No longer near.
Where are the six-guns of yesteryear?
01-27-84
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