I Am Guillotine
Sharp, cold, and quick, I do not believe
in mercy, only in the bleeding
dismemberment of threats to my world.
Friend or foe, makes no difference,
I am razored blade and hollow basket. Swing
at me and I will swallow your head,
label it just another
bad memory time will eventually erase.
I want to shatter the glass, myself,
and become the hammer that is
merely an extensive instrument of my self-
is passed before I even open my mouth,
I prefer the righteous indignation of my own
silence. You are not worth my words,
your eyes are deafened, your ears muted
by bigotry’s ugly umber. Mine
is a beauty you will never decipher.
I am cloud to your desert; star to your highway.
Your lacking cannot reflect me. I am outside
your reach. A ghost
ly trail of abstraction.
A karma you, simply, lack.