Resistance: An Allegory
Chris Ellery
December 19, 2021
He held all the riches in the world
and therefore all the power. It’s not that
I fell for his con or ratified his bible.
That was just how it was and had always been.
I didn’t know enough or feel enough
to question, no matter how many he ruined.
Desire fueled the cogs of his system. Fear was
the scepter of his power. Violence was law
and fulfillment, the physics of his kingdom.
We knew no different. We were conditioned.
Then you came in the usual way, in accordance with
the role assigned to me as a loyal citizen.
I did my duty and you were here.
Of course, he was pleased. You were destined to be
a perfect apple on the platter of the governor.
But as you ripened, something happened in me,
some kind of mutation, a dormant gene awakened,
a disease in the machine, malignant to the state.
It grew in me slowly, a pressure, always increasing
with your instinct for freedom and fullness
no matter how much I tried to repress it.
One day it came to fruition, a labor of wisdom,
and I knew I was feeling and what I was feeling
and that it is stronger than his threat or seduction.
I knew it could save you. I knew it could save me.
The feeling overwhelmed the eons of submission.
When he came to take you, I rose up in his vision,
a god and a rival. All his anger and hunger
turned toward me. I didn’t resist him. He raped me
many times with his scepter. It felt good
knowing you got away to make a new day
conceivable. If ever you find my remains
in the desert you will know my true feelings.
For generations to come, until the last particle
of his power is gone, the ground around me will shine
with the radiance of my good luck and gratitude.
Chris Ellery is a long-time resident of San Angelo and former professor of English at Angelo State University, where he was one of the founders of the annual Writers Conference in Honor of Elmer Kelton. His poems have appeared recently in Blue Hole, Crosswinds, and The American Journal of Poetry and are forthcoming in The Sufi Journal and Christian Century.