Second Day Poetry Sampler
Rusty key whistles through the office air—
Splatters its impression onto the sheet—
Iron lever recoils—
Corroded finger races across the keyboard—
Space bar gives the page a break—
Can of polish vibrates to the rhythm—
All this for just one greeting—
Dramatic Situations #12-22
He was to obtain the vengeance we thirsted for.
Act off the enmity that coursed through us kinsmen’s blood.
Settle the rivalry that forced tremors in our blood-thirsting hearts.
But the son betrothed to vengeance committed adultery
and lapsed into a state of madness: mercy.
Stuck the sword into the dust, the imprudent little heir.
Committed that involuntary crime of love.
He would not slay a kinsman unrecognized,
No! He defied his clan for an ideal.
Sheathed a bloodless sword for a false kindred.
But my son claims it was all sacrificed for a passion.