folded steel on gilder’s table
pound and mold, complete the fable
shine and sharpen, douse the tool
and carry deftly nimble fool
to live by sword, to die the same
the bloodless bleeder takes its aim
so swiftly flies through noxious air
the whisper seeming hardly there
discount regret and costly price
let heart and soul be turned to ice
let mind be lost and care not read
and stumble over fallen dead
but time will come when two will stand
with steel and steel in hand and hand
and one shall fall or maybe both
and fodder be for morrows growth
Like Walking Trees 