A lot of the time
I don’t know what I’m doing.
On the train reading Iliad realizing I’ve never held a spear-
fought for something bigger then I-
no I couldn’t imagine what that power would feel like
I would just say the steel tip drew blood
quicker then the pen could spill ink.
maybe it was poor choice of words
maybe- am I holding the right spear?
fighting for the little guy
for me who couldn’t say a word
for someone like me now, struggling
this is your spear.