Forgiver Forgetter
january, 1962 he awoke in a cold sweat to those old sounds of heartbreak.
his brother at his side screaming
"this isn't your fight". but that rush took over his head and he came to his mother's side. and he found himself alone with that devil rambling.
"oh, well the money's all gone and she can't pay the rent with that needle in her arm."
he clenched his fists.
"what did she ever do to you, but raise us by herself when you were too drunk to come through?"
he took a swing. "that's some nerve you got kid."
"yeah well they'll put that on your tombstone as the last thing that you said.
i never wanted to kill a man, like i want to kill you man." the years of pain boiled over, trading blows across the counter.
and when that devil was down he grabbed for his empty old friend jack. he caught his eye as he took his last breath and that vice went to his head again and again. "dear god what have you done?"
cried out his mother.
"that devil drunk was no father.
another name on a list for unpaid bookies and gambling debts." that spiteful stare of his brother. "i ain't no forgiver or forgetter. i'll make you pay for this when you least expect it." he washed the blood from his hands, kissed his mother and stepped into cold night air.
Perdonador Olvidador
enero de 1962, se despertó empapado en sudor frío al escuchar esos viejos sonidos de desamor.
Su hermano a su lado gritando 'esto no es tu pelea'. Pero esa prisa se apoderó de su cabeza y fue al lado de su madre. Y se encontró solo con ese demonio parlante.
'Oh, bueno, todo el dinero se ha ido y ella no puede pagar el alquiler con esa aguja en su brazo.'
Apretó los puños.
'¿Qué te hizo ella, sino criarnos sola cuando tú estabas demasiado borracho para cumplir?'
Lanzó un golpe. 'Tienes mucho valor, chico.'
'Sí, bueno, pondrán eso en tu lápida como lo último que dijiste.
Nunca quise matar a un hombre, como quiero matarte a ti, hombre.' Los años de dolor estallaron, intercambiando golpes a través del mostrador.
Y cuando ese demonio estaba abatido, agarró a su viejo amigo vacío Jack. Captó su mirada mientras exhalaba su último aliento y esa tentación volvió a su cabeza una y otra vez. 'Dios mío, ¿qué has hecho?'
Gritó su madre.
'Ese demonio ebrio no era un padre.
Otro nombre en la lista de apostadores impagos y deudas de juego.' Esa mirada rencorosa de su hermano. 'No soy un perdonador ni olvidador. Te haré pagar por esto cuando menos lo esperes.' Lavó la sangre de sus manos, besó a su madre y salió al frío aire nocturno.