life poem

if the red slayer think he slays
master of human destinies am i
have you not heard
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
just now
out of the deep and the dark
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
though i am little as all little things
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
when night drifts along the streets of the city
a bird sang
days endeared to every muse
i see all human wits
the old west, the old time