BLADE AGAINST BLADE

I couldn't’ see them

drawing their dark circles 

over my house.

But I could hear them.

They were going at it today

squawking up a storm.

Not seeing them

sharpening their knives

with all their cawing

made my imagination 

turn them into 

two people 

that only knew

how to shame and blame.

Two people 

who couldn’t find

their way to kindness 

through the scattered shrapnel 

from their broken hearts.

The commotion

was so loud,

like blade

 

against 

rusted blade,

I filled me up with

a sadness so heavy

 I felt like 

a barren tree

 

spontaneously spawning 

leaden leaves

as black 

as crows.