So there he sat
wounded and weary
spilling platitudes
***** and dreary
when first I found him
darkened and dangerous
working wounds with weathered hands
and wondering why on this worthwhile
world we stand?

From then to now and now to then
rumors of rancor and roaring
at children's feces filling
a head howling with horrendous chiding
hiding
from how near he might be to crying.