Ballad in A

A Kansan plays cards, calls Marshall a crawdad, that barb lands that rascal a slap; that Kansan jackass scats, camps back at caballada ranch. Hangs kack, ax, and camp hat. Kansan’s nag mad and rants can’t bask, can’t bacchanal and garland a lass, can’t at last brag can crack Law’s balls, Kansan’s cantata rang at that ramada ranch, Mañana, Kansan snarls, I’ll have an armada and thwart Law’s brawn, slam Law a damn mass war path. Marshall’s a marksman, maps Kansan’s track, calm as a shaman, sharp as a hawk, Says: That dastard Kansan’s had and gnaws lamb fatback. At dawn, Marshall stalks that ranch, packs a gat and blasts Kansan’s ass and Kansan gasps, blasts back. A flag flaps at half-mast.