The Poetry of the Old West - Red Dead Redemption 2
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The Poetry of the Old West – Red Dead Redemption 2

The Poetry of the Old West – Red Dead Redemption 2

time

button press, slow, winding animation

loot, unmount, take cover

your camp, surrounded by molasses, a slow-trot bubble

talk to Uncle, take Jack fishing

study deer

Valentine’s muddy streets a wonder, new store erected

howdy there, stranger

talk a while, take a ride, hold the speed, we’ve a ways to go

try the fuckin’ canned peaches

The Poetry of the Old West - Red Dead Redemption 2

hate the city, smoke-stacked monster

help the poor

take an old flame to a show, cheer and boo

bathe your limbs with button presses

no happy ending, this ain’t grand theft auto

rob a coach, a bank, a lockbox or three

change your face and suit and hat

own a debt with fist and foot

hit a dog in the street and die because of it, ant nest stirred, the law unhinged

bounty hangs confused

The Poetry of the Old West - Red Dead Redemption 2

find a bone, a card, a gun, dream catcher

stay for dinner, brother and sister

pigs

Dutch’s husky lies, his charismatic spell alive

just one more job, we need the cash, yet Arthur gives a thousand easy

are you having doubts, son – it’s love, don’t forget, raised rough

a mansion found, enough for now, our cave deepens the more we run

emptiness grows evermore

take time, time takes

celebrate tonight in bonfire light

The Poetry of the Old West - Red Dead Redemption 2

Pinkertons harass, hunting dogs

fight flicking upwards, head-shot X, gattling-gun spray

wayward weapons, a-horse they rest, pistols and repeater give you bronze again

don’t check the list

exist, persist

one-legged soldier takes your aches upon the lake, a giant awaits

do you regret, Arthur

do you feel, Arthur

can you change, Arthur

is it death or loss of a good life you mourn

The Poetry of the Old West - Red Dead Redemption 2

take more debt, dug out of dirt, worthless and scattered with ashes

hunt legendaries, stretch their skin and bones across your body

bivouac near bison, cook a meal

did she write you, Arthur

is it too late, Arthur

who can get out

quick, get out

you can get out, Arthur

or if not you, then who

?

The Poetry of the Old West - Red Dead Redemption 2

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