An Ode to Envy

I hate you.
under chameleonic guise
you slither.
like the Crawling Things created
and put under authority,
yet still one allowed to enter
thus you enter —
as if the old man still lives,
as if an ally you will find —
whispering false accusations
in, to and against all humankind.
for you, neighbor suspects neighbor
brother betrays brother,
mother fears daughter,
friends friends only in face,
and countless backs scarred
by the edge of your blade.
I hate you.
would that your head be crushed
though heel you bruise,
let it be,
that your cacophony
forever cease,
and I be left
in peace!


Unless otherwise cited, all material is original and the property of the author.

© 2012 J.D. Isaac

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