The Foe... Poem by RIC BASTASA

(i must write it now,
lest this be forgotten
when you read this
perhaps by chance
this will tell you
that it is you and
i cannot forget what
i think you did
and that it could have
been disastrous

but i am never affected
and despite all those
malicious intents
i stay whole and
moving towards my
own specific direction)

then this afternoon we meet
again

(you are older now
some white locks of hair
tell me that i must pity you
and hence must forgive
you have nothing to pay
me
you have no debt)

if you ask me
i could have told you
no man can put a good man down
and the evil that you inflict
upon another
always comes back to
you with
twice as much destruction
or even more

the worst has become
your true friend and
the one who orders
you to destroy me
has vanished
in vain
erased from the map
and no one
remembers
or hates to remember his name
it is tautologous with
inequity)

i am inside my white
car
and i open my power
window

and i see you
walking in the rain
like a helpless
wet all over
chick


what a pitiful sight
for one
who was once
very
powerful
(and too corrupt
and very very
cruel!
how many innocent
souls have you
thrown to your
hell?
how many have you
ordered
liquidated?)


i cannot say any word
but then i say something
pleasing to your
ears when i say'

'Get inside the car!
I'll drive you
home.
It is raining.