To An Enemy Poem by Maxwell Bodenheim

To An Enemy



I despise my friends more than you.
I would have known myself but they stood before the mirrors
And painted on them images of the virtues I craved.
You came with sharpest chisel, scraping away the false paint.
Then I knew and detested myself, but not you,
For glimpses of you in the glasses you uncovered
Showed me the virtues whose images you destroyed.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014
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Maxwell Bodenheim

Maxwell Bodenheim

Mississippi / United States
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