D’s Bones

Thirteen outlaws swung
in the breeze by movie’s end.
At age five, I preferred the hero’s
role, sporting a pair of six-shooters
and Captain Marvel’s cape.
But now death’s mystery
corralled me.
Did they really die? I asked my mother.
Oh, no, the actors don’t die.
It was possible to hang, die,
and still eat dinner.
I found a clothesline rope, fashioned
a noose, climbed an [...]