I was only ever a pawn, wasn’t I?
Dispatched in Act 1 to be
despatched in Act 5, missing
all the deaths but my own: my
father’s murder, my
sister’s suicide, all caused by his
sullen, injured otherness.
Was my primrose path meant to
placate me (as I bustled about,
playing bit parts), and who
exactly was it you loathed so much to
exterminate a family? For I know
however nice you seemed you
certainly knew how to hate.