When I move quickly,
I am like a spade to the ground,
an inexorable knife.
When my body is cold,
children cut me with blades,
but these scars will fade.
I sometimes have a mouth,
or am like a mouth.
When I enter the mouth of others
they often live.
When I consume, people die.
I am like a spade to the ground,
an inexorable knife.
When my body is cold,
children cut me with blades,
but these scars will fade.
I sometimes have a mouth,
or am like a mouth.
When I enter the mouth of others
they often live.
When I consume, people die.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson