war, katana, nuclear, peace, humanity

KING OF SWORDS

War is
not part

of my nature.
Said
many prayers
had it
excommunicated.

Hiroshima
is not
my business, neither
is it in my chemistry

my molecules do not
resonate with that
Einstein equation, are
left stone cold by
Oppenheimer’s
Gita paraphrasing

should you, when you
slip curved Katana blade into
my hand

I become aware
of the gravity

way
beyond my capacity

very thought
of shearing, slicing flesh

turning
my fingers to sushi

for a moment
but then the power
and the craft

such beauty in steel

steeling my spirit to point
I can do anything

kill or
be killed let those
ancient dice roll

for here
the rush comes

goes

and maybe wounds, maybe
death, perhaps
slaughter and havoc

maybe
not a scratch, blood
to expatiate

peace in my heart: who knows,
can hazard
a guess how true

and longlasting

sigh of regret even
in victory with the sheathing
of such
a blade.