They’re useful in a fight, for sure,
but how they ache after too much use, and
the migraines are a real drawback.
The best part of the year is the day
when the moon is high and sharp like an eye
and the blood starts to pulse and throb through your head,
because blood always keeps time,
Then you’re at the great big oak with the rough bark,
not really sure how you got there, scratching away,
Until the brown peels off, and the white breaks even
and the weight falls away to the floor-
How lovely to discard a weapon,
and how lovely to shape another.