Friday, June 06, 2008

sheathe

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sheathe

sheathe your claws, I am not here for war,
but to pause and explain what I am here for.
tenderness blends and memory bends
everything we see and here and fear,
the great disabler, stands in the corner
with his bag of masques, his task
to play tricks with the light.
sheathe your claws, I am not here for war,
but to pause and explain what I am here for.
and to shake the dust from my sandals
when the vandals break the windows of your soul.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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