a rock in hand

there was always a kid
that wanted

to spear frogs.
or find

a cat to set on fire.
a boy

with crooked teeth
and a black

heart.
firecrackers into bottles.

thieves
for things they didn't
need.

a knife up their sleeve.
a stolen nudie
magazine.

you wonder what became
of them.

the anger, always with
a rock in hand

ready to throw it
through it a window,

then run. where are they
now.

policemen or priests?