The Knife

The pavement passed beneath me,

The cracks avoid my feet,

Two people meet along the path,

And blistering cold, all three.


One pulled The Knife upward, shout!

I stopped so deathly still,

The cracks began to shine The Red,

His shivering stopped, no doubt.


The knife, deadly, frightened all,

A Devil’s silver tongue,

Short, and sharp, and glist’ning bright,

A crumbling man, once tall.