Reconciliation Is Bliss

by Aqeela Naqvi

Poetic response to “Reconciliation,” by Walt Whitman

Delivery over content, beautiful as a rose,
Beautiful! the impertinence of thorns when your blood blends with the petals.
Death chides her sister Night about her fastidious veiling of conscience.
But no matter! These flowers will cover the stench of lives unlived,
For my enemy is dead, and death has brought to his face clarity.
How divine are his features! How much like myself he is!
Where once my bullet kissed his heart, I now kiss his forehead,
Lips met with the silent exchange of my absolution.
After all, you know what they say: forgiveness is easy,
when you’re not the one laying in the coffin.