Poetry

 

 

Edward Ahern

 

The Wake

 

There you are at last,

On the far side of the kneeler.

Finely dressed as always,  

Poker faced as ever.

There’s so much I need to tell you.

 

I know you got her pregnant,

And made me grow a stranger.

I know you bribed our clients

And sold their loyalty off.

I know you wrecked my life.

 

And I held my silence.

For her sake.

For the business.

For your ever-breeding wife.

For my pathetic image.

 

But here you are at last,

Plump and pasty,

Dead to me now.

Oblivious of the wrongs,

Uncaring of the hurts.

 

No, don’t stand up yet.

Hold that bogus sadness

Just a few seconds more

While I savor the thought

Of watching your arrival.

 

_____

 

 

Edward Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He lives in Connecticut with his original wife, but advises that after forty-nine years they are both out of warranty. Ed's had a hundred and forty poems and stories published so far, and three books. His collected fantasy stories, Capricious Visions, was published by Gnome on Pig Press in September 2016. About twenty of his poems and stories are available for free reading at Bewilderingstories.com, where Ed is a review editor and board member.

 

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