idea from a vintage postcard and a midnight radio play

quietly on the train
stopped at the station


wickedly wild west
before modern time


2 marshalls
with guns to the back of your
bank robbing head

still resting on the wooden seats

you turn
only to be buffalo’d across the ear

you fall into the midnight oil
picture yourself in a sombrero
slumping over the saddle after a midnight run
pushing branded cattle


if Calgary could be Texas
and Ontario

you could cross the borders

avoid the train next time

and move the cattle harvested
to Hoard’s Station

making a tidy profit

you’re carried to jail – hog tied
early morn

a lump at the base of your ear
and a ringing in your throat

police brutality

no matter the era
no matter the reason
there’s always police brutality to contend with

and in your current position and time

you still don’t understand


About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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