Henry Heavy Shield North End © westronwynde magazine 2011 isbn-13     978-0- 9732582-4-0 Steel frames flown in like towers in the sky Moving fast from the south and from the east Thundering mad as each chopper goes by The Chief's wallet the only one that's greased Plant their feet in the ground while Herefords stare and scratch their rumps and let that mouth goo hang “At least the cows like 'em, no worse for wear.” Says old man Tallow who held his check and sang The grass at their ankles waves and falls flat Executive decision, boy, don't frown When we put a big feather in your hat So go with the rest and pull your pants down Wave your ass in the air. It's not funny you cry, two fistfuls of dirty, dirty money