With a Six-Shooter on the Chisholm Trail
Picture him in a long shot
leaning into his gallop
his legendry expansive as the sky and the plain,
palpable as the tumbleweed and the butte,
a collaboration, in the American grain,
of folks and entrepreneurs.
He is a star.
Is it true that myths contain doctrines?
Are engendered by whatever agitates the psyche?
Whatever is inimical to domesticity? Tranquility?
He is a prevailing saga,
a culture hero since movies began.
Antisocial beside his campfire.
Insular as his saddlebags,
his rope, his chaps.
As the range.
Unenlightened as the bunkhouse night.
Oliver Rice | Mudlark No. 41 (2010)
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