They brought the killer out to hang,
the leader of a robber gang.
He shot the sheriff just for fun,
in the back, in front of his son.
As the guilty man prepared to die,
a murder of ravens filled the sky.
The preacher asked, “Any final words?”
The man looked up and stared at the birds.
I set the noose around his neck,
then pulled it tight, and double-checked.
An old woman wailed in the crowd,
the only one whose head was bowed.
The door fell open; the man went down.
His feet dangled above the ground.