Jesse James
I grew up liking, admiring Jesse James.
After all, he had suffered and transformed
suffering
Into a violent quest for good.
Not violent mean, but violent good—
Setting things right,
Trimming the excesses of the banks and
railroads.
He and Frank and their gang
Made my dreaming bold and noble.
Besides, I liked his way with a six-shooter.
The way his arm and hand were lightning fast,
Shooting straight, never wavering—
The bad guys didn’t have a chance,
But then they didn’t deserve a chance.
But then, much as I parted company with Kit
Carson
Upon finding out his casual practice of
genocide,
I now have parted company with Jesse James.
I have seceded from the gang.
I am prepared to turn them in.
Reason: they (and I) enjoyed the killing much
too much.
We savored to excess the slitting and cutting,
The unnecessary insult to the human person.
Now I am reformed, and
When, in healthy reverie,
I join my new, bold, and noble gang
To practice my draw,
I try not to think of Jesse James.
--May 6, 2013
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