Trial Men

Summary: A poem by Ennis to Jack after the accident. Rated for language.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.

A/N: Now, I can't write poetry (then why do I try?) – I was inspired more than anything. Plus, I'm waiting for my beta to go over the second chapter of Turnabout. Ugh. So frustrating. Anyway, I thought "Poetry! The CDI (Chicks Dig It) factor is supposedly off the charts ¬.¬ of course it is. So here's my attempt. Flames always welcome. It'll teach me in future not to bother. Yes, I wrote it in the accent – leave me alone!

Ah can't quit you Jack fuckin' Twist,

You're just too hard t' leave.

Can't go on like this no more, bud,

Gotta get a reprieve.

You know, I gotta let you go,

It's the way things have t' be.

What's there keepin' me here anyway?

The girls'll be right as rain.

What reason have Ah got to stay?

They got Alma and her swain.

There just ain't no need for me.

What've Ah got to gain?

Ah should be up there with you, Jack,

Right through them pearly gates.

No more cryin' and weepin' and

Livin' with that shirt, bait

T' drag me t' Hell, Ah can tell.

It's just my God damn fate.

Want t' change that track, live my life.

Ah don't know what to do.

If you was here you'd tell me what's

The right thing to see to.

But you ain't, just a kinda faint

Memory ah can't lose.

Then again, you'll always be there,

There's no way Ah can forget.

Ah know what you'd say, the usual

"There ain't no need to fret.

Ah got you, we know what to do

To get outta this mess."

Ah'll keep on livin', if just for you

God damn Jack fuckin' Twist.

Day by day, hour by hour,

Me alone, you to miss.

Ain't never be the same again

But Ah think Ah'll last it.

"We's Trial Men, we can't love."

That's what Pa said t' me.

Gotta know just what's important.

Passion don't come for free.

You taught me more than that ol' score.

Ah could finally see.

Ah love you, you gotta know that.

We'll see each other again.

Second time 'ronud'll be diff'rent,

You'll see Jack, my friend.

There won't be hidin' or lyin'.

Just ol' Brokeback Mountain.

A/N: Not particularly deep but - meh.