Sword
Sword
I am hungry. I thirst.
As punishment goes, this is the worst.
Master, let me permanently separate words from his tongue!
I long to be at your side! Not on this rusted nail, hung.
Frustratingly, in slumber, this scabbard keeps my rage hidden-
My lust to cut enemies of my master, is made clear once I am bidden.
I ache to be part of a masterpiece, in the hands of the Maestro of Death-
“That Sanguine Duet”, “An Ode to the End”, “Kiss of the Blade”, “One Final Breath”.
But works of art are harmless; trophies carry no edge at all.
I long to be at your side! Not hanging on this wall.
KTUPUA December 2023