On Revenge

A cradle of silence
Hangs.
Breeding the heaviness
Of words mouthed
Ages ago.
Words you had
Aimed at me
Little arrows of
Disgust.
Unexplained rage
That bored holes
Into the wheel of rebirth
I had thought of
Spinning with you
Words you thought
Would balm your
Sleep.
This is to say
I heard the news
Of your present
Fragmented.
And I laughed
Your past
Reviving in the cradle.