Old war came back last night.
\nThere was no truce.
\nI fought the old battle.
\nMy native inferiority and gentleness
\nfighting the unscrupulous,
\nthe survivors,
\nthe cold hearts of cold people.
\nI played blind-man\u2019s bluff,
\ntold lies,
\npromised cruelties
\nworse than any they could do,
\nbut in the end,
\nI did nothing.
\nI could not harm,
\nI had no appetite for blood,
\nfelt anger more like grief,
\nbut I won.<\/p>\n
Often I won
\nbecause I am an actor,
\na pretender,
\nwith nothing else but illusion,
\nartifice,
\nand the world backed off.
\nThe cruel gave me respect,
\nthe dishonest counted me
\nas one of their own.
\nWhy then,
\ndo they come back in dreams?
\nDo I want revenge?
\nAm I afraid?
\nOr does the war continue
\nin one form or another,
\nfor one who weeps for creation gone wrong?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Old war came back last night. There was no truce. I fought the old battle. My native inferiority and gentleness fighting the unscrupulous, the survivors,…<\/p>\n