The spurs clanking across the floor
Are from a time long before
When rough riders ruled the streets
And women hung linen sheets
But here I sit in the night of present day
Hearing spurs in the attic that decided to stay
I settle against the wall to decide
Should I sit here and wait, run and hide?
A sudden swarming of lights in my vision
Voices speaking, muffled, I strain to listen
"No dear, I simply can't leave it that way."
A woman says, "He wants to make you stray."
The man's voice replies,"I follow the law of the land."
The woman's voice rose," More like the law of western man."
Suddenly spurs clank and a door slams hard in the frame
The woman says aloud,"He just seeks to bring us shame!"
Loud popping sounds one, two ,three...
The temperature in the room drops a degree
Darkness, then nothing, I am back in the room
Where the spurs keep pacing with a persistent boom.