Song for Rafael Armadillo

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 22, 2018

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Song for Rafael Armadillo

 

Peal of thunder, back of runaway packhorse

Down in the desert with the harpy, hungry raptors.

Rafael Armadillo treks the canyon floor,

with broken wrist shackles, six-shooter, and a score

to settle with all those dirty bandits and drug-packers,

and cat-eyed villians who thought they could have her.

A Mexican princess headed North to Colorado

was stopped, and then knocked, by the thieves from her saddle.

And just as Rafael by that way was a-ridin’,

as witness to such grievance knew he couldn’t keep silent.

Pockets jingled with ammo, as he turned out his bull-whip.

With a crack and a flash, the wolves loosened their grips.

With a left hand free, grabbed his pistol and shot em’

one by one, gunshots echoed off of the mountains,

and that maiden was made to escape down the road

after saying Rafael a prayer, and that a debt was now owed.

But with all of his bullets lay spent on the ground,

all the angels in heaven couldn’t save him now.

With a rifle butt to the face, his nose starts to run,

and now nothing left but the sand, blood, and sun.

He’s dragged for a ways, with a foot caught in the stirrup,

Then beat hard with his own whip, and chained by a person

Whose soul never knew the meaning of salvation

or of a good samaritan, who helps folks when they need it.

And so taken a slave, Rafael starts a pinin’;

For the freedom of walkin’ away from gold minin’,

Where the bandits will acquire gold nuggets and provisions

And leave our hero a slave for the rest of his living.

 

The one eyed foreman, he carries a stick

that he wields on any poor man with a pick,

who’s fallen from too heavy a load on his shoulders.

And so fell Rafael, when in ran a soldier

who, with the saber of justice, slashed out the last eye

of the devil who’d left men in the darkness to die,

and an entire brigade of Mexican soldiers,

charged down into the mine and freed up the workers.

The young Mexican princess was seen at the rear,

and her father, the seargant, urged his men on with a cheer.

In two, were cleaved all the shackles of slaves,

And out to the sun walked Rafael from the cave.

 

Texas-Mexican Border, late afternoon,

Where the thieves threw back drinks in the saloon,

Laughin’ and yellin’, and fighting over the whores

In walks our hero through the the big double doors.

Now, before they could give any drunk call of surprise

they had seen the lightning of vengeance cross through his eyes,

and smelt the whiff of gunpowder pass through their senses,

and paid for their share of life’s crimes and offences.

Not with gold nuggets, but with the true gold of living

of riding, and wondering, and laughing and singing

all was gone with the day, and saved for the good.

Rafael Armadillo looked around where he stood

and left all that money, and bloodshed behind him,

he knew what he was after, but didn’t know where he’d find it.


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