“soldier, the war is over”

napowrimo day 26

Cull the sound of the blade piercing wood

For war is done, and swords must be destroyed

The one in your hand is firm and strong, and

Has drank the blood of no man.

But war is done, and you must break it

And melt it down into something usable.

And you smile, sadly, for the sword

Was something you’ve had made for you.

But the battle is over, and your hand must learn

To wield domestic things, life should be peaceful

Now.

 

But you will never forget the war, your hand always

Twitches whether you hold a hammer or pan.

And when the war breaks down your front door

And threatens your child with a dagger to their throat,

Well, you personally melted your sword into the set of

Dining knives that now have ended the life

Of your first enemy.