Nemesis
from the grave
A subtle movement,
a facial expression,
a particular posture,
the constant hint of danger;
as if he were here again,
among the living,
holding all within his sphere
hostage to his malignant will.
Those steely lizard eyes,
cold and conniving,
ripe with contempt,
commanding !
demanding obeyance !
Or else !
No mercy,
ever.
How can this be?
He is no doubt dead.
Yet he is here
occupying that other’s body.
They are too much alike,
too many things the same.
Some unholy pact
between them
seems to serve their purpose;
each an empty shell
without the other.
He is Nemesis
Through him
and his disciple,
I will come to dust
or I will come to God.
He is Nemesis.
He was my father.
(2013)
