Lawrence Hall, HSG
The Hanging of Jake Spoon
Nothing in his life / Became him like
the leaving it
Macbeth I.iiii.7-8
At dusk. Heat. Heat and
dust. Jake’s last slow ride
Words through a fog of
fear, last words, slow words
Old pals and dead enemies
on either side
Slow cooings and callings
from unseen prairie birds
Smooth Jake, always good
for a laugh and a drink
A ladies’ man, a gamblin’
man, a man of charm
Unreliable, yes, not one
to pause and think
Tho’ he never meant nobody
no harm
He suddenly spurred his
pacer, making amends
His moment of nobility, to
spare his friends
Lonesome
Dove can be said to
be The National Book of Texas.
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