Side to side I slowly swung
Gently hanging in the cool morning sun
With a creak of the oak
And the sting of my throat.
The lasso strained
Under the weight of my frame
Far in the distance as my eyes dimmed
Eight cowboys galloped away like the wind.
There was no reason
That they hung me there
The color of my skin
Was what they feared.
They took my knife
And dropped it down
With my arrows and bow
Just on the ground.
But a warrior knows
Better than to lose
By showing every weapon
He has to use.
I found the small blade
In the tight of my loin cloth
Cut my hands free
With my sharp little spade.
To the ground, I fell
With barely a thump
For Indians know
How to land and not bump.
I loosed eight arrows
One by one
And watched them strike
The cowboys riding
Into the sun.
My warriors vow
To avenge what they’d done
After their families
I would now seek
They left mine dead
There by the creek.
I watched them all fall
By my arrows
One by one
That cool autumn morn
The same day that
My hatred was borne.
I sought each family
One by one
And took innocent lives
For the guilty they loved.
My anger never cooled
Nor faded inside
Fathers and mothers
Wives and sons.
Brothers and daughters
I took them all
One by one.
Not with arrows
But eye to eye
To see their fear
Though they knew not why.
Vengeance was sweet
There was one life left to take
It was only then
My anger would break.
I tracked her from
The cabin’s back door
To the river where
I would slay the young whore.
A child of sixteen
Hair long and golden
I watched her bathe
The warrior’s cock now was swollen.
A beautiful girl
Naked, before me stood
No one to see me
I could do what I would.
My face painted
Knife sharp and in hand
I crept to the water
Quiet with no real plan.
My body was as naked
As the day I was borne
She turned and saw me
My cock, like a horn.
As I put my knife down
At the edge of the river
Startled but curious
She watched with a shiver.
She eyed my stiff cock
It was bent like a horn
And hard as a rock
This cool autumn morn.
“You killed my father’?”
She asked with a tear
I nodded, ‘Yes,”
Then waded so near.
She watched in wonder
Her eyes now sparkled
And showed no dread
“He was an evil man
It’s good that he’s dead.”
Her eyes watched mine
As her hand touched the head
Of my throbbing hard cock
Pulling my foreskin
Back like a sock.
Her eyes were blue
As blue as the sky
Her lips as red
As the berries nearby.
She stared at my chest
As my hand cupped her breast
Squeezing her flesh
So round and soft.
When her suppleness I fingered
Her nipple grew stiffer
The longer I lingered.
I lifted her up
So high and so near
Her legs wrapped around
When I lowered her down.
Empaling her pussy
With my long thick spear
She moaned and rode it
Still without fear.
Slow and with purpose
Fuck me she whispered
For the wrong and for justice.
So tight and so ready
We were one in that stream
I did as she wanted
And fucked her
With my long hard beam.
She came and came
So many times
One by one
I filled her with cum.
For the stain and sin
Of my would-be killer
I was fucking his kin.
I would kill her not
I decided, ‘Why bother?’
She made amens
For her worthless father.
