Sabers of Eraser

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We faced each other
Brandishing our weapons for destruction
We faced each other
With assorted prowess and munitions
And like practiced fencers
Took our stance and danced forth gyrating east
from west and not a soul to clap
Bloodied now by the unintended shots our sabers made
and a soul to cry at last

Our sabers of eraser
Are done erasing the roads
Between our hearts
Yours half-way
Mine the rest of the way
We have done the entire road, erasing
The streams and bridges, including
Those quiet trees, their shade
Where hours passed and left us behind
The passing glances and their thoughts
Were erased like penciled arts
Yet remembered precisely as it was
For what it truly was.

Comments

  1. AnonymousMay 17, 2010 at 4:08 PM

    Thats diip digging deep!! luv dis poetry..tho its more in your comfort zone...nyc artwork brova!! <3

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