Alchemisland

Hard as nails

Hitting dusty trails

Riding away on a grey bay, coyotes bay at a marmoreal moon

A rock fringed with daisy chains, memorial to those who came before

Changed this place pick and hod, we hold you more

Worthy of reverence, we are unworthy ancestors, separate

From your temperate ways, these are temperate days

When tempers blaze like lit hay, 39 celsius today

No signs of abating, the sun gave us a baiting

A line of men waiting outside the bait shop

Heading down to the bay to fish and talk shop

Spitting chewed tobacco into a slop bucket 

Magnums in holsters and madams’ pictures and hairlocks in lockets

Deeds and dockets kept in easily-stolen lockboxes

Watch a daytime bout of boxing, two butchers one from Biloxi

The other from Bismarck, both of them had moxy, marching forward

Faces marked from hard shots they forgot to dodge, two feral hogs

Going at it, we stared at it like the practitioners were at auction

Muscles like forge tenders tend toward having, non stop action

Hammering slamming slipping come back from the brink, dipping

Uppercuts shots winging bodyshots cringing neither whinging

Both requiring stitches, get them from the missus in the kitchen

Kitchen sink even on the ones missing, pressman taking pictures

Shrouded box the pugilists in lightful mock up, I hold my docket up

My bet slip got a rub, earned me dollars, the poxy tellers holler.