wyrdwind

Knife in the Dark

You think it’s over if you land a hit,

that who deals more damage wins,

mutual destruction,

only weaklings throw punches,

out here you never stood a chance,

the only strength is endurance,

tell me, are you fast?

Branch snaps.

Shattered glass.

Anything in my hands.

Tell me, are you fast?

Shame ’bout that infection,

too late if stink’s set in,

no good if that pus is green,

encephalitis don’t kill clean,

sure you can try something,

but I’ll find you if you scream.

Wisdom v. Knowledge

Think long before you draw blades,

curse of the web with minds untrained,

apples at the center of a bramble maze,

realize red stains darkest of any dye,

a rose unbitten is a flattering lie.

Ravaged habitat so silicone rampant,

plastics dredged from blood of the earth,

spent epochs babbling about original sin,

the whole world went shit precisely when

Adam took what didn’t belong to him.

Permaculture

Breathe, I’ll take you slow,

won’t rush when I want to know,

ways a woman works her land,

in every season’s greater plan,

at every hour in every weather,

for every challenge both the better.

Territory’s fought with talons locked,

wills battle down a death spiral,

they only live if they let go.

Breathe, I know your shape,

what’s torn asunder I remake,

no matter the changes over time,

it’s always you and always mine,

nothing’s missing in my embrace,

I always grow to fill a space.

There’s a dance with songs of chance,

you’re here today because I don’t miss,

any spell be broken by true love’s kiss.