And when the sword falls,
It does not make a sound,
Nor does the tree that fell
To forge its handle
In the forest, in the same way
The rolling head and heart
And soul
Screams to those who do the forging;
Those who break backs
To reap the good side of what they sow.
But we all know --
That is, those of us who truly do the hard work --
There is a chance we take
Even though we try and make
The best of the hard work we must do
To make a living.
Just be careful
What you forge.
Intention can be all things
But in the end,
The head that rolls and the sword that felled it and that
You forged
Is yours.
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