The Wake by Ed Ahern

There you are at last,

On the far side of the kneeler.

Finely dressed as always, 

Poker faced as ever.

There’s so much I need to tell you.

I know you got her pregnant,

And made me grow a stranger.

I know you bribed our clients

And sold their loyalty off.

I know you wrecked my life.

And I held my silence.

For her sake.

For the business.

For your ever-breeding wife.

For my pathetic image.

But here you are at last,

Plump and pasty,

Dead to me now.

Oblivious of the wrongs,

Uncaring of the hurts.

No, don’t stand up yet.

Hold that bogus sadness

Just a few seconds more

While I savor the thought

Of watching your arrival.

Ed Ahern resumed writing after forty odd years in foreign intelligence and international sales. He’s had over two hundred fifty stories and poems published so far, and five books. Ed works the other side of writing at Bewildering Stories, where he sits on the review board and manages a posse of four review editors. 
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