have a jest,

have a joke

that would wound puncture score

normal skin.

flay it open

for all to see

my vulnerability

gaping mouths and shiny teeth

take their bite

eat their fill

flashing eyes

that say to me

ERRHN. you lose.

fumbling now,

where’s my sword?

to wrest my honor

shredded, tattered, torn

from such as these.

as I draw, my sword to strike

a blow

for dignity

dignity speaks as I strike:

you lose.

there is no winning in this war

of wounds and scars

flame bright.

gather your pride, your honour too

around about you.

lick the wounds with that sword

watch the way the poison flows

down your face

and know

you have won.

About nathankathy

Nathan and Katherine Born are two Christians trying to serve God as best they can.
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