The Warrior and The Poet

And I watched the warrior poet mow the grass with a sword
Steel gleaming in the sun
Sun gathering sweat upon his brow
Arc after scything arc and the grass laid down in rows.

And I watched the poet warrior flay his heart with a sword
Steel slicing through the flesh
Flesh so neatly sliced 
His soul was laid out like words on a page.

And I watched the warrior and the poet come to a place
Of soft sighs and gentle looks
And that heart for him to call home.

Arwen Nightstar, 1/5/2000
(For my friend, Iain MacTaosir, who has reminded me of things I thought I had forgotten.)

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