A Question Of When
How great was my sin then?
You were so taken aback!
Did my family out-do yours this time
In the shit-for-brains count?
How about the letter you sent
The things you said to friends
Who now think
They used to know me
This means war…
Cry havoc and let loose the dogs…
Hell hath no fury…
I’m living the fucking cliché!
What am I looking for?
Why do I need you to make me worthy?
Who has the power to solve this?
The sweet grace to forgive?
We used to work together
We used to tough it out
But you raised more than your voice
And I more than race
Salman Rushdie is on tele again
Hunted for writing a book
Intransigents hounding him
With their sickening religious bile
Another program shows a glass box
With a coiled snake and a titmouse
The titmouse dodges and parries
As the shadow of the serpent rises up
Incapable of leniency now,
The monster hisses before it strikes -
It’s not a question of how
It’s just a question of when...
Arc Of A Love Affair
Number 3 in a set of 3 poems
Mark Barry and Paris Shah
March/April 2006
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