A Statement as from Opponents (For Tom Flood)
If you were cast in a movie,
it would be a Western
though you couldn’t tell a bull from a cow.
You'd be cast as an Irish Sergeant
who loves his booze
and is frequently thrown in the clink
for cards and fighting;
but, then, in a fight outnumbered,
are the last to stand,
dead Apaches stacked around you like lumber,
the next day are found
without trace of mutilation,
and your hair still on.