The Calamity Janes

She has buckskin teeth and a Winchester grin.  Calamity Jane knows where all the bodies are buried.  She knows where the Governor’s still is hidden
And she’s slept with the Governor’s wife.
She’s Doris Day in tumbleweed drag, brown and dusty,
swept with wind, earning her supper
with tricks and songs and fancy riding. 
She’s smarter than the ones who think she’s crazy, and sadder than the ones who think she’s free.
When the desert meets the moonlight and the creatures howl and hush their praise,
she remembers where she comes from.
But never tells.