Spaghetti Westerns In An Urban Wasteland

I remember from my youth
Tales of Trinity and escapades
Wild western........................ strung out
Far across this desert
Never stop - for food or drink or sleep
Running headlong into que sera

Fields as far as eyes can reach
Fallow under potent mix of blood and water
While snake skins sheild with soft caress
His heels from flint and arrow points

Something wicked, something noble
Savage in its implications
Heathen child with no more John Wayne dreams