That's when Zekiel Brown got his, one night
In Juarez, Mexico, when the stars looked
Like the lights of some big-assed Mexico
Christmas tree. Them fat-bellied bastards in
Their Sam Browne belts chased him until they got
Out-of-breath, & then they opened up their
Creaking leather holsters and blew his guts
All over the dirty god-damn sidewalk.
He hollered out this woman's name and fell
Across the feet of a little Mex boy
Who wore a red Saint Louis baseball cap
& stood there pissin' his pants while
Zekiel Brown's hot guts fell around him like
The rain. The thing that got me was just this:
I knowed Zekiel Brown for a long damn time,
& he never mentioned that woman once.