he brandishes
a broken sword
sure it is
allegorical
but unwilling
to fall into
that rabbit hole
of every
misspoken
sentiment
since the first
basic moment
of sentience
stumbling over
sensory delusion
in a
life sentence of
broken sentences

he cannot help
but pick
at the scabs
delighted at
the crimson droplets
along the refrain
of a bitter cold
souldeep slipcover
as the ancestors
frolic
on his grave
acrimonious
sanctimony
with a smidgeon
of self reverential
decomposition
carrying a broken sword
and trying not
to think too hard