Knife's Edge

I often wonder at a knife-edge. I thank, for this, the master craftsman; Shine or dull; sharp; or blunt like a wedge, Within them, hides vast arts a million. Assortments of knife-edges I know. V edge: for veggies! Tool of mothers; Convex V: splitter's sharp stiletto. Scimitar: beloved of butchers. Chisel-edged: Japanese Acetone! Sushi knife-edge - Awesome! Rudely spiky! Serrated-edged: bread-knife, common-known, Without which my home might look empty. Macbeth and Caesar deadly daggers, Had edges worth catharsis crisis; Atrocious murderers and gangsters, Used them for their cutthroat serials. Fights brawled; won and lost; at knife-edges. History has witnessed man's follies; Chopped heads, hands, mutilated organs; Yet, graves bejeweled with white lilies…! Slash fruits! Slit vegetables! Slice bread! Shatter shackles! Free all the enslaved! Think once, twice, thrice before lives you shred. Lives lost cannot be re-assembled. “Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account.”(Hebrews 4:13) 18 May 2021 This or That, Vol 3 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh