I heard them shout in various shades of panic
Is it true? I asked you. Yes you said .Ed is dead
The cards lie strewn on the table The glasses spilled
and Mabel the barmaid is huddled behind the bar in fear
It's clear they are all shocked. A tear forms in your eye
What a way to die
In a bunch on the dirty boards
A full house in one hand and a triumphant smile
It leaves a taste of disgust on your lips
Blood under his hips stains the floor
A bottle rattles slowly across and out of the door
to smash on the sidewalk
The wind whistles through the silence like a paper cut
and pale faced men in loose jackets with shuttered looks
glance around with no sound not daring to catch an eye
The sky is grey and music plays
haunting in its melody
The jangling sound stark against the heavy atmosphere
it is clear no-one wants to move - each fearful breath laden with horror
each emotion etched on weathered faces with traces
of salt streaked trails on some and then the gun
still smoking turns slowly as the room holds it's breath
embracing death
If I could i would tell you more - you said
But
Ed is dead
too young, too soon
at Morgan's saloon
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