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Outlaws -- Billy The Kid And Clyde Barrow

Billy rode on a pinto horse
Billy the Kid I mean
And he met Clyde Barrow riding
In a little gray machine

Billy drew his bridle rein
And Barrow stopped his car
And the dead man talked to the living man
Under the morning star

Billy said to the Barrow boy
Is this the way you ride
In a car that does its ninety per
Machine guns at each side?

I only had my pinto horse
And my six-gun tried and true
I could shoot but they got me
And someday they will get you!

For the men who live like you and me
Are playing a losing game
And the way we shoot, or the way we ride
Is all about the same

And the like of us may never hope
For death to set us free
For the living are always after you
And the dead are after me

Then out of the East arose the sound
Of hoof-beats with the dawn
And Billy pulled his rein and said
I must be moving on

And out of the West came the glare of a light
And the drone of a motor's song
And Barrow set his foot on the gas
And shouted back, 'So long'

So into the East, Clyde Barrow rode
And Billy, into the West
The living man who can know no peace
And the dead who can know no rest

by Bonnie Parker

Comments (4)

A worthwhile trip. You mentioned the heroic figures during the ancient period of the Three Kingdoms that reminded us of the very classical history and story. I liked this part: : “From human to divine to human/it was all an aesthetic process”. From a secular point of view, the heroes were endowed with divine powers. But they were human after all who needed to think about the right and wrong. Your Chinese writing is really good. Much enjoyed.
She stressed Zhuge's loyalty - sounds familiar, and it's still a sad reality. Nice to know you enjoyed staring at the pretty guide ;)
Humanism restored! A very fine poem, Denis. I must confess I once ended up with a German Speaking guide during a tour of a Mosel castle. My German is somewhat ropey but she was quite stunning, by way of compensation. So I was very amused by your reference to the pretty guide!
A man straddles the line between human and divine. This poem is amazing and very brilliantly penned.10