He came 'round here with his camera and some of his American friends   Where the money is immortal and the killing never ends   He set out from Cinecitta through the ruined streets of Rome   To shoot in Almeria and bring the bodies home      He said   "I'll be rich or I'll be dead   I got it all here in my head"      He could see the killers' faces and he heard the song they sang   Where he waited in the darkness with the Viale Glorioso gang   He could see the blood approaching and he knew what he would be   Since the days when he was first assisting The Force of Destiny      He worked for Walsh and Wyler with the chariot and sword   When he rode out in the desert, he was quoting Hawks and Ford   He came to see the masters and he left with what he saw   What he stole from Kurosawa he bequeathed to Peckinpah      From the Via Tuscolana to the view from Miller Drive   He shot the eyes of bad men and kept their deaths alive   With the darkness and the anguish of a Goya or Van Cleef   He rescued truth from beauty and meaning from belief