The desperado has been evicted.
He left last night without an explanation.
Quietly from the back of the house
He came forward with no apology.
He passed me by the front door.
Muttering about crucifixion and the weakness of mercy;
Mumbling about carpenters who don’t know their place.
Stout in his leather coat and denim cap;
Calm in his resolution: his loss of choice.
Out of options and embarrassed,
Suddenly uncovered but not surprised,
He packed his pride in silence
And walked out.
I could not see his eyes or nose;
Just the thick wide lips
Fat from smirking; from sniggering,
From pouting; from complaining, cursing, blaspheming.
Some ultimatum found him
In the kitchen and changed his mind
About living here.
Some awful Holiness unnerved him.
Shook him to his deepest presumption,
I wanted to stop and talk with him
But I saw no love there.
And my heart whispered,
"Now is the one chance
To throw the bum out."
The desperate bravado is gone.
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