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[aid] => mick
[title] => ReaperMen
[time] => 2006-12-15 05:42:17
[hometext] => Cholera, typhoid, measles, yellow fever, dysentery - the Old West was plagued by disease and mortality, that hung over towns like a dark shadow on the sun. Here, Death is seen as the leader of a band of, well, Regulators of sorts.
[bodytext] => the raggedy man blew into town his shadow posse, following close; the dusty whirls went quiet when the reapers came to take us then the chaparral was dry as dust - tinder waiting to ignite; the ground baked brittle by the sun cracked under the boots of the hollow men no one knew who was to die; only that it would be more than what is taken in a year - that’s why the reaper men were here they set up digs on the verge of town, a crumbling store with a bone thin porch a presence setting the town on edge - like a jumper pondering the ledge dying isn’t the hardest part - the waiting, that’s the living hell for when buzzards start circling high the living know that death is nigh time has past but they’re still here, the raggedy man and his dead eyed crew patiently waiting under the sun - preparing to reap the chosen ones. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 31 [informant] => spike [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 29 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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