Showdown

Two seasoned
Gunslingers
Stand opposite
Each other
Sixty feet apart
In Tombstone
The blazing sun
Scorches the men
Sweat trickles
Down their necks
The tension
Is palpable
Every muscle
Under control
Their Colt pistols
On their belts
Slowly their
Hands
Reach closer
To their guns
Each second
Is agonizing
Time seems
To slow down
The tension
Builds
To a crescendo
Now there are
Only seconds
Remaining
One would live
The other
Would die
A quick death
Finally
They draw
Sound pierces
The quiet street
One man is
On the ground
A bullet
In his heart
This is life
For too many
In the
Wild West

by Zachary Uram
(C) 2024