The Elbows of Sentries

 

Nothing is soothing about barbed wire. Brand new

 

it may glisten like the cold heart of steel does but it will never

 

be your fuzzy peach, your sycamore tree. Rusted, it stains

 

your fingers – orange like a sun setting so far on the horizon

 

that the city haze shades it especially for you and your tired eyes.

 

Wire can be the vehicle for the hook that sacrifices the bass for you.

 

Wire can be the filament that brings light to your darkness, or song

 

on the wings of that sweet Baby Grand. Wire can suspend your linens

 

until the day kisses them dry, but barbed will only shred and mangle.

 

Barbed will only tear and tangle. It keeps the cows from straying

 

and the ponies baying, the convicts from second chances, and the elbows 

 

of sentries on tables. Each machined little point is adept at fulfilling 

 

its mission. Keep Out! Stay In! Get Out! 

 

Only an ice storm could shroud it in beauty, only a madman 

 

or a sad man would use it to keep him from flying apart. 

 

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