The Blade Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

How swiftly that blade prunes the bud
By the hands of one who sowed the seed
It is heartbreaking to witness a tragedy unfold so quickly.
One minute she was evolving in the flower bed.
She stirred to the sound of a clipper's blade.
As she falls to the soil, line bare of her foliage.
Into the crib where shock met her face to face.
As the blade pierces her stem, she cries, Stop
Then the hand that grips the knife aims again
She falls down, unresponsive, still, quiet.

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