Dead Man's Hand

This short poem evokes images of a card game at Nuttal & Mann's Saloon.

 

Wild Bill Hickok glanced at the clock,
'Twas Monday, just past four.
Poised for a game of five-card stud,
His back turned to the door.

Two black aces and two black spades,
With a hole card to dread.
Moments before drunk Jack McCall,
Put a bullet in his head.

 

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