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4-26-05





I saw you, Mr. Knife today



I saw you and your smile



500 of you stiff and straight



Sun glinting on your face



They sold all kinds



Of different styles



But I saw you



I saw your smile







I thought perhaps



Of all those times



Of all those plans



In my own hand



And then I knew



I couldn’t leave



Until at last



I did achieve



My most



Desirable goal







I purchased you



And then I thought



About the plot



I would pursue



I think of her



And of that face



That I would



Soon get to disgrace







In the night



I quickly tred



And find myself



Beside her bed



I hold you friend



As though a spear



And swallow all



This rising fear







I plunge into her



Blossomed chest



That just results



In bloodiness



And as she nears



Herself to death



I am reminded



Of Macbeth