The Last Railroad Spike
by Aaron Wiegert

Young James beckoned the Lord to make him a preacher.
The voices calling out from the pews, was a glorious vision,
was his Destiny…but the Natives were fickle.

As Pa set the posts to mark his ranch, he was swarmed
by horses rearing dust; throat slit, scalped, limbs hacked,
the colts dragged his remains up the foothills,
till he couldn't be rendered from a butcher’s carcass.


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