Katana
Sharpest were the words
and the eyes and the elbows
of those nearest, not dearest,
and nearly as sharp the words
and the eyes and the elbows
of those oddly at arm's length.
Neither could be approached,
the nearest were too near,
and arm's length too prohibitive.
And he didn't know, really,
which approach meant more
or frightened him more.
But deep in the words
and the eyes and the elbows
was the sharpest weapon
known to him or to them.
A sharper weapon was sought.
10th October 2018
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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