an old spearhead
inside a wooden cabinet
in the lounge room
there for four generation
the Chinese spearhead
it sleeps under
a blanket of rust
seeks redemption
from bathed-in blood
some nights it dreams
first fire baptism
emergence from the forge
the smithy's hammer-taps
other nights recalls
first woundings
final breaths
freeing from the flesh
nightmares of slaughter
more fire and more flame to go through
each kiss with another spear-tip
a clanging, a clashing long since resolved
now an ornament hopes to forget
its spear-hood, dreams just to be
cold steel sleeping
never wishing to wake again
inside a wooden cabinet
in the lounge room
there for four generation
the Chinese spearhead
it sleeps under
a blanket of rust
seeks redemption
from bathed-in blood
some nights it dreams
first fire baptism
emergence from the forge
the smithy's hammer-taps
other nights recalls
first woundings
final breaths
freeing from the flesh
nightmares of slaughter
more fire and more flame to go through
each kiss with another spear-tip
a clanging, a clashing long since resolved
now an ornament hopes to forget
its spear-hood, dreams just to be
cold steel sleeping
never wishing to wake again
A vivid re-imagining. A good read.
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