THE UNLIKELY SCABBARD
Put away your knives and blades;
returning to your scabbard with
anything you have would be a
wiser bet. No need for your lame
aggression now.
-
The smoke and fires of destitution
burn, and - as I watch the curled
waves floating to the sky - take
the shape of your name. Only a
ghastly resemblance, nothing
with honor.
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