By: Ethan Rampersaud
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.”
“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.”
“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!”
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.”