For the Four

                                             Charles C Brooks III & Anthony DeTomasso


I walked away from the Three

without one regret.

I am haunted by a scholar’s

higher call and wife.

My wealth is the cross I bear

My sadness no longer wrecks the world.


So many years in this game.

You watched me reel

in the same dwelling hole

I created for us all.

But it is at an end.


Remember me-

made of a

knife’s edge, nightshade,

and an aristocratic Southern drawl.

Your Doc Holiday dying slowly

in his own wit

with a curse around his neck.