TWO POEMS
by
JOHN PICINICH



 
 
 

COLD RIVER, COLD STEEL




Upon the banks of the River Styx,
I play in the long shadows cast
by light glinting off cold steel.

My double-edged pugio in ornate sheath,
the dagger that did the Dictator Caesar,
is superbly balanced for quick stabbing.

And my Samurai tanto is expert
at slicing upside-down T's on torsos,
spilling out rank ropy intestines.

But my favorite knife is the Arabian:
sensuous curve tapers to a honed point,
excellent for filleting skin from bone.

I use them in that order, always:
so lie down, let me play with you 
upon the banks of the River Styx.
 

 

TOOL TOUR

And these take
pride of place
on my workbench

Tweezers, a dainty tool
for plucking or pinching
tiny hairs or orifices

Pliers, inelegant yes
but indispensable for
grabbing and twisting

Hammer, most handy for
banging and bashing
like Thor's thunder strikes

Saw, you see
I save for last
for chunky disposal

All Black & Decker
I use only the best
so stop squirming


 
 
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