Jul 06, 2005 11:34
Carry, hold forth severed ties,
display them before the counsel.
Note their once use, their utility,
removed from one’s vessel swift;
No need for surgical precision.
The wound punctured deep, past
the need for further invasion.
The counsel rests, the jury adjourned.
No need for further trite rhetoric, no more
Semi-clever metaphors in this poem, or in life.
For this is a bad poem, a wretched poem,
And its abrupt ending.