Sure As A Gun

quick on the draw never minding the weight taking aim at anyone threatening my way so much blood on my hands I don’t know who it’s from I speak through my barrel sure as a gun sure as a gun the muzzle blast the brilliant flash the impulse and the recoil with blood-soaked boots I leave my tracks pressed deep in the sodden soil unload six shots in the viscous night sky shooting for a few more glimmers of light the glint of crimson drips and viscera I saunter in the swelter sure as a gun sure as a gun hear the slightest snap slam the hammer back open fire before I get cut down blue lightnin’ strikes ‘til the bronze of the dawn reveals silhouettes of death all around vultures perched with outstretched wings on mounds of bone that they’ve stripped clean as the day continues to break the barbarity of all I’ve laid waste lays at my feet trickling along narrow passages the back of beyond sure as a gun I start to feel the heft of my revolver the unabating ache in my trigger finger all the bullets that replaced my tongue manifested my desolation that’s all I’m sure of sure as a gun