What do renegades do?
Nothing you would approve.
Why do they turn out the way they do?
Who knows?
Even ghosts cast shadows
where renegades go to love and be loved.
I know, she said.
I had given one his reward
before it was earned.
She said he only went off to save her
sister,
who did not know he preyed on sisters.
Where do they go to get new hearts?
How would such men know so little?
Talking to one sometimes you learn to kill,
mostly though he fishes these parts.
What can you say
to salvage your last day?
Then he went to the store
and found a spare
body
whose head would not lie
between shoulders
but who cares . . .
She was his longest and only love
now he thirsted in the desert.
She told him he would never have
a stronger heart.
No use. He left.
Looking for what such men crave.
(15 January 2013)
copyright 2013 by Floyce Alexander
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