Refined
A sharpened piece of wood
a stone
used to bang bronze into
a dinged order
steel
become a bullet
or the surgeon's scalpel
pulling it out from a wound
Death
is the mound offered to the sky
is the pain of human sacrifice
is the same as the headstone
of the man killed by the bullet
moving towards
something lesser and greater.
Author notes
just a thought on how far as humans we have really managed to move away from a base violence dominated society. The poem itself is a metaphor for this quasi-development thought it does latch onto certain historical developments such as the advancement of material technologies wood>bronze>steel.
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