25 April 2012


We go at it
with our bladed weapons
foils stashed under tongues
epees hidden in our hearts
brought out only under
extreme duress
when the parry fails

We circle around it
each spar a prick
in this verbal blood sport
and wait for the other
to yield right of way
but neither awards
the other the point.

Prompt=sport. Inspired by an argument. Peace...

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