SAMURAI: A Sword's Blade
A blade will never cut
The way words do.
The way people are.
A slice must be clean,
But there is no such
Thing as the perfect
Pie.
And that's ok,
Because we shall all be
Ok,
Okay?
I think of the shine
Of the sword,
The sound of air
Being cut
Like cheese,
But the smell
Of cut air
Surely can't compare
To the sliced cheese
Before our eyes
On a plate
So clean
You'd wonder
Why you're making
It so dirty
With your stinky
Cheese.
Say cheese,
But don't let words
Cut
Deeper than the
Sword.