Blade

 

Your eyes are the bluest I’ve seen,

reflecting a bit of the blade in the glint of

the haft.

And I wait.

No doubt they did defraud you,

propelling you a bit in this enactment,

getting you to the pantry with the point

turned toward your gut.

I must wait.

Eventually you must decide

whom to kill.

Him or you or

are you he?

You must suspect that he will never change.

Evil comes not in a flash

but a trickle.

We never met the cause of this but

both of us can feel the face

as palpably as if it were molded

newborn before us.

I wait.

 

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Fired from Hallmark for writing meaningful greeting-card verse, Fred Yannantuono has currently published 334 poems in 85 journals in 30 states. Work was nominated for a Pushcart prize in 2006 and 2013. His book A Boilermaker for the Lady, which can be browsed on Amazon, has been banned in France, Latvia, and the Orkney Isles. Was recently Featured Poet in Light Quarterly.To Idi Amin I’m a Idiot and Other Palindromes  is due out in 2014, followed by a second book of poems, I Hate to Second-Guess Myself – Or Do I? Hasn’t been arrested in seventeen months. Caught bluefish nude, Ocean City, MD—1971