Lead Belly’s Knife
The bluesman’s structure gets the American sonnet treatment.
I used my knife once again.
I ate bread and strength coursed through me.
That power of the food sent me to heaven.
I returned to what’s earthly.
I used my knife once again.
The shaving cream soon soothed my face.
The blade scraped and glided across my skin.
I felt right in this place.
I used my knife once again.
When I saw my girl with another man in part.
I unsheathed and brought out my weapon,
“To cut out her lying heart.”
This is the way that it had to be.
It’s better for her than for me.
About the Creator
Sky Saunders
Stroll down a road of intrigue, power, and then lift aloft in the words that display the worlds that lie at the crux of truth, thought, alone time, and trading. Let the might of the mind, the strength of the sole person, and value sing.
S.S.
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