Knifing A Wise
Healer
Last night
Or was it early this morning
All those bloodless battles
Wars big wars
Warriors and healers
Barbarians settling scores
Flesh meeting metal
Swords clashing shields
Yet no gore
No dead roosters
Killing fields sterile
Odd very odd nightmare
Gladiators showing
muscle
Then shouting
“Is this a fist or a punch?
Is this pencil or
penis?
Is this chocolate or brown?”
Of course dreams mean symbols
And strangely
Healers kept shouting
back
“Fist pencil and brown”
And nightmare would not end
As if lasting ages
I don't recall when
This naked man arriving
Smiling he said” yes sir I was mad
Very mad I did torture you some
Aren’t you a better man now?”
Instantly quietly
Gently very gently
Knifing him in the heart
Thanking him
profusely
From the bottom of heart
Waking up nervous
As if I killed a rapist
Or a wise healer
Odd very odd nightmare
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