Ode to William

I grew up indoors
and was a little timid
(but not quite
the kind of meek
you are). Still,
resolute shoulders
and rough hands would
deny any conjecture that
you couldn't handle yourself
in a tough spot. I remember
a sermon about Jeremiah,
and thought about who you'd
bring to a banquet and could only
see the sinners you'd worked so
hard to bring home.

I swear,
I never saw anybody take it
to Satan until I'd seen the
kind of living you did.