to wield the pen
as sword or gun
the printed pages' distance run
the ink is spilled as it be blood
until the work is done
so quietly in
my mind unbound
another picture comes around
the words file in to take their place
but never make a sound
the picture's due
and words are cheap
but i've no promises to keep
so i peck and paw until i rest
then riot in my sleep
stephenhsmith
21nov2006
