Sometimes when they pass
they turn the knife so tenderly
we scarcely feel the blade
Other times they rat-a-tat in flight
bulls-eyeing flesh with tell-tale signs
felling the white flags we wave
©2011 Barbara Moore, Co-editor, Spiracle
1 comment:
Cuts clean and innocuously leaves all of a knowing man's silent anguish to the aesthetic realm.
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