Evan Quinlan

Sharply Accused

In Poetry on July 23, 2012 at 10:49 pm

Meeting in secrecy under her bed
Two knives conspired to take her head

One was long and one was squat
Together they did what one could not

They waited until the woman slept
Then out from under her bed they crept

And woe, for nobody understands
Those knives are at fault, not my innocent hands!

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