Plowshare

Smoke choking, power pressing,

Fire around, pain within, black, orange,

hot, pliant, sparks, strikes, gray horizon.

Coals, coldness, violent  anvil,

Dark desert, dimming forge.

Hammer, Hammer, hate your sword?

Hammer, Hammer, why strike more?

Burn. Crash. Turn. Quench.

Contact bellows, crashing echoes,

Burn. Crash. Turn. Quench.

When? When? Hope seeks end.

Now? Now? Never, ever?

Strikes again.

Swing! Stroke! Wild, free!

Willing, sharp, ready! Start?

Swing, swing, swing sharp sword!

Bash lies, bring truth,

break world loose! Break world free!

Burn. Crash. Turn. Quench.

Hammer, Hammer, hate your sword?

Hammer, Hammer, why strike more?

Pause.

Swords divide, angry, violent,

Cursing, fighting, piercing, forcing.

No swords making, no swords swinging.

Trust hammer, trust timing,

Blacksmith knows, Blacksmith sees,

Imagination.

Burn. Crash. Turn. Quench.

Metal to fallow, strength for breaking,

Hope in furrows, seeds for sowing.

Burn.

Crash.

Turn.

Quench.

Change.