songs of robert the cutler

a cutting edge all right
to sharpen sight

some of us live
forever
hand to mouth

our every eye peeled

noses to grinding wheels

ears to the gradual ground

and when we hear the lie
of the land
dark in its voiceless vision

we beat it black and blue

and buff it too

till light breaks through

till the song rings true

here are my
knives and forks
take them

make them talk.