Around the camp fires his legend grew
growing numbers feared the man killer called “Anarchy”
he collected bodies and their subsequent rewards
saloons and dance halls grew still when his boots thundered inside
many watched him draw and shoot
deadly and sure, his aim was pristine and steady
ruthless in mining camps and always moving on
to the next reward
to the next poster
to the next gunfight
to the next western town
Anarchy
they sang songs about him
they wondered where he was from
they feared him but held respect
they were glad when he left town
until one day…..