In Which The Villain Learns Nothing

Did you expect sobbing,
collapsing to the floor and
weeping, bemoaning circumstance and
chance,
did you expect the man who kills and tortures
to suddenly think himself a fool?
When every day he carefully considers atrocity
and decides it the merest method of existence
and executes, joylessly, his grim tasks?
No, you can show him a portrait of evil
and he will never see it as a mirror.
There is no hero-turn trick outside the ring
or carefully foolish storybooks;
there are those who live badly
and reject redemption,
and the redeemers would have them live forever.


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