Atop the Stone Walls
Anonymous || & 006
Atop the stone walls of Texan-Mexico
With girls and girls and girls
And cigars
Climbs up the slope of my presidio
Soundlings of trumpet birds
From afars
I can faintly hear from down below
Castanets along tango twirls
And guitars
To the man up next on the firing row
Who kneels down and curls:
My regards