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Alchemy
Who ever comes to the town of Alchemy
comes by change
I read books set in Western deserts
vegetation tumbles through
gunslingers are in plague proportions
lost near every corral
waving for a chance
she owns the only bar
and she's been married to archangels
Michael
Gabriel et al
she serves the drinks
rubs the soul-balm deep
listen
she sings a hymn to the last round
horses neigh as the stranger dismounts and unsheathes his knife
strangers are always trouble
she says
cocking her silver pistol
custom made in Chicago
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