Absalom Hanging by His Beautiful Hair

It’s that usual story of doing
the wrong thing for the right
reasons—defending the honor

of the raped and all. Then
a revolution to topple

Dad, the old fuddy-duddy.
And taking three darts in
the heart for it. “Oh, that I

had died,” said old David
“in his stead,” which, truth be
told, he could have, simple

enough, by only holding still.
Yet when you’re a wily old

killer, it’s hard stopping short
of hanging . . . whoever up
by his beautiful hair and all.


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