”Have you tended the sword?”
I always crow before the rooster.
The edge must be cutting and shiny
when we head to the town square.
”We don't need the rope today
or the torture apparatus.”
Sword is a daily thing,
like a blade of grass between his lips,
but each time he mentions torture
he wants to look into your eyes.
”Son, now you are fifteen,
it's a good day to start.”
Father's sword weighs three kilos
and exceeds the reach of a meter.
His father carved the Virgin Mary
and mine kept on by writing:
”The Lord judges, I obey”
Let's see what I'll come up with.