A cigarette butt beneath my heel, Final Flare, poison.Hair slick,sweat of the dayas Kurosawa blades crossand horses whinnyand paradise gestates within.I have a name and a gun linked by a cord.Sycophants everywherecaked in my stink,whimper, retchwhimperwhile Morricone croons softly behind.Spur depress my accelerator, final flare, burn sky.Quiver bitch quakeduring the showdown betweenmen with iron