A knife, a sword, or ice pick.
The men that carry them.
Double edged, razor sharp or piercingly pointed.
Directed at your heart or your back, no matter.
The tongues that wag, the mouths that drool, and speak from both sides;
The mouths that paint pictures, pictures thick with oil paint,
sketchy drawings, no matter.
Black, White, or Grey.
Words and paper, fresh new words, aged faded words.
Words that build up, words that tear down.
Truthful words, placatory words.
Not sticks, not stones, just words, no matter.
An Evening at the California Living Museum
5 years ago