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Published in The Literary Groong and elsewhere.


by CK Garabed

Hey Turk!

Did you think you disposed of me?

That your conscience was clear because you erased your memory?

That you could wash your mind of its historic bloody stains?

Did you think you could eradicate my name as you did the inscriptions on the old stone churches in your midst?

Did you think you could teach your children lies and then have them repeat your words and make them sound like truths because they came out of the mouths of babes?

Did you think Time would heal your self-inflicted wounds?

That your sins would not be visited upon your sons?

Did you really think that by ignoring me you could stop me from gnawing away at your vitals?

Did you really believe that you could sleep the sleep of the just?


I creep into your dreams at night.

I make you shudder in the dark.

I inflame your guilt by magnitudes.

I send a shiver down your spine.

I show you pictures of your deeds:


You called me "Kardash;" therefore I trusted you.

We lived together, side by side.

I shared my ancient and historic homeland with you.

I tilled the soil for both of us.

I fashioned handicrafts for our mutual use.

I infused your language and song with grace and finesse.

I told myself that Christian love would bridge the gap between our worlds.

I upheld the laws of the land.

I fought in your army as a trustworthy subject.

Too late did I discover your treachery.

History required that I play Abel to your Cain.

But Abel's story can be read and acknowledged.

Not so with me.

I must live with a truth that goes untrusted, unbelieved.

Only I can be found telling the story and therefore am vilified for being self-serving.

"They say" I hate you.

But my role is to point the accusing finger at your hatred of me.

And your hatred is like a sickness that grows with self-awareness.

As you strive to be equal with the civilized world, you repress more and more that which you cannot face.

And the sickness continues to grow.

Your aberrations will not cease.

They will haunt you to spiritual death.

And my curse will be upon you and your children. Never to be released!

Damnation of the spirit is your rightful inheritance.

And then will my revenge be complete.