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The west is dessicated.
A vanishing road to oblivion.
A land of rattlesnakes and sunfire.
A free roam, though strangely tight.
A vast verdant valley, cow heaven.
A blood feud cattle war, heaven lost.

The west is dry, but with booze.
A province of robbers and prophets.
Immeasurable space to be measured.
Godless until God becomes a profit.
Endless until up against the end.
Yet there is no end to it.

very poetic take on the harshness and vastness of the west....

Impossible to cover something as vast and multifaceted as "the West" in 12 lines. The Civil War cast a shadow over the western continent in our latitudes, even if its battles only reached Glorieta. Here in NM, I read about a brutal 1880s Arizona cattle war. A lot of the cattlemen (and criminals) who "settled" The West were Civil War vets, who knew how to shoot and weren't shy about violence to settle disputes. The author described some incredibly cruel, grisly scenes. And then came the railroad robber barons, who hired their own mercenary thugs to "clear" their land. Hard history to go with a hard, breathtaking land...

Re: " Hard history to go with a hard, breathtaking land.."

Indeed!

-a vanishing road to o oblivion
Some of us are comfortable
In that smoky vast field of sand
Time wrestlers with space trackers

You can definitely lose track of time in that space. And vice versa.