Friday, February 3, 2012

Poem, "Gloomy Crossroads"

I had a dream

I held a tiny hooked hammer
Made of zinc jacketed in aluminum
With a loop of twine through the hole in its handle
I was at a gloomy crossroads
Deciding to go where the brightly dressed people were headed from
I noticed that people going the same way
Were all dressed in brown and gray

There was a swordsman with me
Who I had seen kill a man back along the path
It had surprised me then that he even had a sword
And he had been in high spirits about it
I asked him how he did it
He told me
With that end
And pointed

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