Many years ago, when Amar was an angry young man like Anthony, he wrote uneven unstructured unmetric unprose things. They are not appropos to anyone or anything, they are imagined and empty, but Amar is surprised by the ferocity of the curse.
How quickly some of us forget,
you never cared; I alone regret
Deceitful minds play games from the start,
and smiling faces hide rotting hearts
Many things once said now seem absurd,
May your life be as hollow as your words