Eye for a Life

By: Ethan Rampersaud

Photo Credit: Creative Commons

I had borne as I best could a thousand injuries,
But upon insult I had vowed revenge,
My smile, the thought of his immolation.

It was about dusk,
He had been drinking much,
I was pleased to see him.

“I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado.”
“Amontillado!”
“Come, let us go.”

I passed down a long winding staircase,
We came of the length upon the foot of the descent,
And stood together upon the damp ground.

“I forget your arms.”
“Huge human foot in a field azure, crushes a serpent rampant.”
“And the motto?”
“Nemo me impune lacessit.”

“The niter!”
“Like moss upon the vaults!”
“Herein is the Amontillado.”

I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar,
I began vigorously,
To wall up the entrance.

The furious vibrations of the chain,
A succession of loud and shrill screams,
“For the love of God, Montresor!”

“Fortunato!”
No answer.
“Fortunato!”
No answer still.

My heart grew sick,
I hastened to end my labor,
I forced the last stone,
I reerected the old rampart of bones.

In pace requiescat!

Author’s Note: This literary piece was a found poetry retelling based on Edgar Allan Poe’s short story, “The Cask of Amontillado.”

 

 

 

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