Heave up that saber And swing it above your head. See how the light Flashes across the long, curved edge. It's sharp enough to separate a man from his life But it's the imperfections in the edge that catch the light.
Go out walking On a day in early spring. Make careful note Of the things you do not see. There's the wind in the distance that just passed you by. There're the stars up above that need darkness for light.
You hold that saber In your easy, graceful way Just like the sky Holds the dead man's calm and steady gaze. You saw that saber flashing in the noonday light But he saw another blade that was hidden from your sight.
Bruce
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