Monday, October 06, 2003
A WHIFF OF DIRT
The eyes that see the downward sword,
The hair that oscillates to the rattled air,
The adrenal fluid piping,
Feet standing firm to flee,
The heart, all four chambers firing,
The blood, the sword,
A reluctant meeting,
The skin, the skin
So thin,
The bones now know gravity.
For the swordsman,
Another day at work,
For the vanquished,
A whiff of dirt.
The eyes that see the downward sword,
The hair that oscillates to the rattled air,
The adrenal fluid piping,
Feet standing firm to flee,
The heart, all four chambers firing,
The blood, the sword,
A reluctant meeting,
The skin, the skin
So thin,
The bones now know gravity.
For the swordsman,
Another day at work,
For the vanquished,
A whiff of dirt.
