it is no real wonder
the cowboys came
the front elevation of urray
cut-out - like a film set
a flush facade-drop
down from the crow stepped gable
as much dutch colonial
as scots baronial
it is no real wonder
the cowboys came
the faces of jobless men
(and jobless women twice a week)
lined up like
rows of shelved pears
drinking cheap beer
jeering the band
tonight - and taking advice
from the old men there - herb-like
it is no real wonder
the cowboys came
and tumbled down the set carefree
as though it were not stonework
but painted wood and plaster
the straight roads of small town America
on their arrival - tumbled too
smoothed about with a dramatic sweep
- and rounded off
