like an old trusty
slightly rusty
saber keen of edge
securely sheathed
in its scabbard
nearly forgotten
tucked away
rattling impatiently
awaiting the day
that brief shining moment
in the sun
to slash, slice and shear
damage to be done
not to be forgotten
and best not ignored
something to be held
in fear, respect
and reverence
lest ye pay
the high toll
of recompense
G.S. Evans
2-4-94
