I wrote this 40 years ago, so it isn't really about The Saloon (which I enjoy greatly), and therefore isn't really eligible for your anthology, but it sure seems to fit this crowd, so here 'tis:
DANCING IN AN ABATTOIR
The seven great judges were shocked,
As judges from Cibola are,
When they saw him - that brash young man dancing
On the tables in the town's abattoir.
But the young man was only a beggar,
As young men too seldom are;
So he laughed when they threatened to hang him -
And then floated away on a star.
Strive For Ataraxia