Revenge is not a food to be eaten hot.
Cool it a generation, even two.
Sniff at it, fan it softly with your hat;
but give the coals a bit of poking too.
However, in this case we wait too long.
Pus works in a wound that must be trimmed and cleaned.
We are a hydra-headed monster, strong
but aimless, and our eyes of hate grow blind.
Revenge is not a food to be eaten cold.
let us chop some of the heads off, be one thing
before our anger starves and dies of mold.
Our very patience proves this wrath broods deep.
Shall we be one: one mind, a multiple king?
Or shall we sulk and rot and fall asleep?
C.F. MacIntyre
