468. Untitled

Untitled - June 02, 2002

It is a subtle measure of vengeance
that is slowly being wrought,
jibes and jabs,
snips and snaps.

Gradually, there is no humor
to laugh it all away.
A sign of "death by a thousand cuts"
where words are both -
not enough to heal,
yet,
more than enough to wound.

Once more into the breach,
where silence is the armor,
and knowledge the only sword.

Another dance
of parry, parry, riposte
has begun.