Knives

There are glistening knives
out digging and stabbing at
soft, vulnerable flesh,
twisting and cutting
in repeated frenzy,
but no blood is shown,
just the signs of slow
death that are visible only
to those who wish to see.

From afar, from anonymity,
the knives are out with
sharpened threatening blades
that cut to the heart and take
it out and pass it like a football
in this rabid game, that is no
game, just a cause of death.

 

2/6/2024