01-15-2015, 04:35 AM
Warrior
His wife, as thin and tensioned as a wire,
gets woozy when the needles puncture him.
She jerks and leaves, her spine a rod of ire,
because I touched his tubes. Her mouth went grim;
now, pacing in the hall, she looks for aid
from anyone professionally trained.
Her anguished face is angled like a blade;
her whole demeanor timid rage restrained.
How can I tell her now about the past?
I taught him what I know of Bushido:
in face of fear to hold his courage fast,
to choose where love and loyalty should go.
He was my student; now he's teaching me
That faithfulness can be our enemy.
His wife, as thin and tensioned as a wire,
gets woozy when the needles puncture him.
She jerks and leaves, her spine a rod of ire,
because I touched his tubes. Her mouth went grim;
now, pacing in the hall, she looks for aid
from anyone professionally trained.
Her anguished face is angled like a blade;
her whole demeanor timid rage restrained.
How can I tell her now about the past?
I taught him what I know of Bushido:
in face of fear to hold his courage fast,
to choose where love and loyalty should go.
He was my student; now he's teaching me
That faithfulness can be our enemy.