Revenge is best left
to angels,
’cause I know I haven’t seen Heaven.
I have no righteous indignation,
just a long and simmering hatred.
My resilience breaks now beside you,
all of these important messages,
just click by like falling snowflakes
and I can’t harbour anymore resentment.
When time dies,
it doesn’t matter anymore.
It never did,
we just made it our clock tower.
I climber up high,
hoping to find
some measure of clarity,
but I couldn’t see
you in my reticle.
Blink my eyes,
come up a half-Mil…
…still nothing.
What am I doing wrong?
I always thought
that the perfect picture,
was you in my crosshairs,
but I can’t find you, now
in the crowd.
It’s as if you were never there
at all.
Humble myself.
Take up the slack in the trigger;
watch the mirage shimmer;
I’m fully DOPE’d out.
Whatever distance
that has come between us
is about to be crossed
at thousands of feet per second.
How did we let
time waste away
our simple pleasures?
We were everything
before your betrayal.
So what’s a guy to do,
when his hands want blood
and his heart wants to impugn
the transgressor.
They say that time heals all wounds
and then there is the bullet.
Here,
now;
I am closer to God,
so I think I’ll ask Him again.
Is it His will
that these hands made for war
reach out and touch again?
Is it the pain
of this backstabbing,
cocksucking,
never ending parade
of liars and thieves
that take from the best of us?
What’s one more,
laying dead in the street?
Time is a touchstone,
up here in the clock tower.
All alone,
unless you count God as a person.
Some kind angel
clears my chamber
and puts away my dark desire
and I am soon
back out in the crowd,
sentinel on my shoulder.
I am not an angel,
though I have been the wrath of God;
up in his clock tower,
I have seen it all.
You were the worst offender,
I will always remember,
how your love
became a blade.
You will never know
how the angels saved you
from the most expedient revenge
I could muster.
Enjoy the ever-after;
revenge is best left
to the angels
and I have not seen Heaven.
The clock tower is as close
as I’ve ever come.
HG – 2017
