Enmity (poem about A Separate Peace by John
Knowles)
He didn’t know yet that he
was unique
too unusual for rivalry
brought back to life by the
touch of God
like every other thought
and belief of his: it should have been true
I was not of the same
quality as he
he wasn’t going to get away
with it
we’re all enemies, we can
and will turn on each other all the time
But I always jumped
it was all cold trickery
it was all calculated
it was all enmity
In some way he needed me
You’re going to be the big
star now
It’s going to be all A’s
for you
It was a crazy idea, I must
have been delirious
his balance gone, tumbled
sideways
You want to break something
else in me
You always were a savage
underneath
I could not escape a
feeling that this was my own funeral
I was on active duty all my
time at school; I killed my enemy there
By Chandu Singathi
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