Asbestos Heart
The kind of man you'd never catch
using an existential 'there'.
He'd shoot trespassers on his patch,
but, men of God? He wouldn't dare
to interrupt the Lord's dispatch.
Between teaspoons, devil-may-care
was more his chosen path, to match
his mackled view and Stygian hair.
His manners, due to D.I.Y.,
twinned his vices; a pardoned puff
on someone's tobacco, an eye
for women in the dark. He snuffed
it last month. I discovered why.
He had loved once; once was enough.
The kind of man you'd never catch
using an existential 'there'.
He'd shoot trespassers on his patch,
but, men of God? He wouldn't dare
to interrupt the Lord's dispatch.
Between teaspoons, devil-may-care
was more his chosen path, to match
his mackled view and Stygian hair.
His manners, due to D.I.Y.,
twinned his vices; a pardoned puff
on someone's tobacco, an eye
for women in the dark. He snuffed
it last month. I discovered why.
He had loved once; once was enough.