They killed a lot of people. They rode on. They killed these other people. They rode on. They got into bar fights then rode on.

It’s boring. I’m only keeping on because the language is beautiful, but there isn’t much else here. Metaphor? I don’t see any. Symbolism? Perhaps, but I’m not putting in that much work for a book that’s otherwise dull. And I get this is poetry, but I’m just not “into this”.