Eli Wallach


See you around, Tuco.
Always moving forward,
Foul and sure
And human
And around and around you go.
Gunsmoke and desert sand in your teeth.
Your greed overmasters thirst and pain
And death itself.
But you have a brother
And you have another
Lie to trade with time
For one more day in the sun.
Slip your noose and run,
Your grin defiant and broken.
I will miss you until I see you
Leaving and hiding and
Biding amongst the dunes.