"Blade, a Beauty" by Giovanni Dania

Blade, a Beauty

Hear it:-
The blade screaming silently through the night air,
Mute whistling.

Feel it:-
Clean separation of skin cells, they protest, fill the void
With blood. An altogether new experience.
The blade is quick, it is sharp,
It shows no mercy,
Save the quick death it promises, and delivers.

Ponder:-
A blade is not vengeful, it is an instrument of vengeance.
It is not murderous, it is a murderer's tool.
When cities are incinerated, entire populations decimated,
Do you blame the bomb, the bombardier,
The bomb's creators?
Do you blame God?

Now, die:-
Understand why it is I kill you,
Taste the blood in your mouth as my knife penetrates the skin beneath your left breast,
Scrapes a rib, punctures a lung:
Feel my anger, my pain, my juggernaut desperation.
They were all wrong, after all:-
I have you.

December, 1996