For Saavedro

Silently, he turns, weapon in hand, nervous, but always

Aware, ever cautious with his surroundings. Always

Alone. He has been most of his life, countless years here,

Vying with the elements, with his own sanity, with fear.

Envisioning you as another Sirrus or Achenar, he plot

Deepens, thickens, sets the stage for his final act of

Revenge, but behind the façade, he cries – him, and him