The best thieves are never heard of, spoken about, written up, or remembered.
They’re unheard of legacies existing largely in the minds of
courageous and misled orphans of crime.
Not greedy or proud, but afflicted and torn
Between the road of Art
& the cul-de-sac called Hell.
They have no empires to build or flags to raise.
Just a conscience to bear,
maybe a diaper
to change.
Dennis Leroy Kangalee 