Enemy

My enemy’s face is somewhat like mine

Eye on the main chance, lip bitten by fears,

Watching his back, thought not as appears,

Hung, drawn, and quartered by infamous time.

My enemy’s hand writes insinuations,

Did deeds late at night, signed off on the kill.

Make-up, the art of the impossible.

Be assured he has plans, he has reasons.

My enemy’s home is an unsorry sight,

Doors locked with my keys, walls built on good lies,

His own views are always completely right.

My enemy’s grave is a lasting promise

Told over and over, internal picture

Framed by the past for a lonely future.