knife

Dirty pictures

pornography of weapons

on the page

what they inflict

see the blade?

curve of trigger

barrel’s deep plunge

sphere of grenade

imagine the blood

a tank

a wank

a way to outflank

enemies

fire in the belly

a hole

torn

fabric of life

shorn

covet these

objects

of war

don’t touch

whore

where is

mother love

or

woman’s touch

in such

violence

displayed

Photo by Vladimir Palyanov on Unsplash

Missing my mother

The same steak knives in Zurich that my mother has in Sydney

The same steak knives in Zurich that my mother has in Sydney

 

Is it any surprise

We have the same knives

When our lives

Are so easily connected

By flight?

 

But complacency’s unwise

Because not all the ties

Are strong and it’s night

In your world, while in mine

The sun shines

 

And tho the lines

Of communication open lie

The sight of those knives

was a cutting remind

You’re not by my side