Micropoetry Monday: Weapons & Things that are Hard

The rock was used to kill,
the paper, to destroy a reputation,
the scissors, to maim—
all were equal as weapons.
All can kill the spirit,
but the rock alone,
the unrepentant soul.

She was a ruin—
jagged-toothed &
draped in moss,
till the rock collectors came,
& she was made better
than the sum of her parts.

Water was her weapon—
boiling water pouring on the body,
icicle piercing the heart,
saltwater filling the lungs—
no fingerprints left,
DNA washed away.

His affection for Lila #9’s
soft curves was hard.
She fulfilled his every need,
yet did not get pregnant.
He loved her like a real woman,
until she conspired with the one
to whom she sold his sperm.

*In John Updike’s story, “A&P” (http://www.tiger-town.com/whatnot/updike/), he does something unusual:  He implements a long adjective using hyphens, describing a grocery aisle.  My ENC1102 professor had us come up with our own; the weapons in the “Clue” board game came to mind.

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