Defeated…
Adrian Martinez - The Farewell Blessing
Betrayed
by a dagger deeper than Brutus’ own
puncturing,
gorging,
twisting,
organs I only suspect existed.
The bells sound
but it’s not a game:
no spurting blood,
no bonus points,
no unlocked treasures.
And as the avatar falls,
only the dull thud of broken dreams.
Every whisper becomes a mockery,
laughing callously at shared plasma.
Alarms ring
but your eyes stay closed
and see only fleeting images:
of guilt,
of disability,
of emptiness.
Bear the shame of society,
oh thee worthless son;
carry the cross of passion,
and burn in brimstone –
Cain was never Abel.
And will never be.
- Stanislaus Jude Chan, January 2009
