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