A LETTER

(to my brother)

Dear John,

You said, “Treat your worst enemies

as if they could become your best friends.”

You were not the first to perpetrate

such an outrage, but you were right.

Try as we might, we cannot

unspring that trap. We can either

befriend our enemies or we can die

with them, in the absolute triumph

of the absolute horror constructed

by us to save us from them.

Tough, but “All right,” our Mary said,

“we’ll be nice to the sons of bitches.”