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Unfinished Business
Conveniently, cowardice and forgiveness look identical at a certain distance. Time steals your nerve.
Jonathan Nolan, Memento Mori
That night, it rained so hard
it was biblical. The Thames sunk the promenade,
spewing up so much low life.                    
It’s a week since they beat up my wife,
put five holes in my daughter. I know who they are.
I know why. I’m three shots away from the parked car
in a blacked-out car park. My wife cries,
Revenge too sweet attracts flies.
Even blushed with bruises she looks good. She’s lying
on the bed, next to me. Honey, I’m fine.
Tonight I caught her, hands clasped, kneeling,
still from a crime scene.
I didn’t bring my wife to Gravesend for this.
What stops me, cowardice?
None of them, even Joe, has the right to live.
How can I forgive?                           
 
How can I forgive                   
none of them? Even Joe has the right to live.
What stops me, cowardice?
I didn’t bring my wife to Gravesend for this
still from a crime scene.
Tonight I caught her, hands clasped, kneeling
on the bed next to me. Honey, I’m fine.
Even blushed with bruises she looks good. She’s lying.
Revenge too sweet attracts flies
in a blacked-out car park. My wife cries.
I know why. I’m three shots away from the parked car
put five holes in my daughter. I know who they are.
It’s a week since they beat up my wife,
spewing up so much low life
it was biblical. The Thames sunk the promenade
that night, it rained so hard.