Redundant

Fight, harder and harder

Until you come to a meeting point

Where your blade will be embalmed

To those saints who can’t help

But cause harm, understanding robes

And adore your shaking arms

Awash with pride and

Soothingly Calm

There is a buzzing in your ear

A long silence

Distributed evenly across your blade

This lies to you

And tells you why

You must always

Strike at the source

Or the devil in clever disguise

Will leave you repugnant

In a revolution’s eye

Shaping from within you

Toward the shiver

In her ever-shining eyes

Lost in sympathy

In a system so masculine

Bearing the drudgery

Of her long lost pride

TOSHAM