​SWORD OF THE MOUTH

Long ago

In a happy hollow cave

Peace reigned

Except for the claps of teeth

And the darkness in residence

No toe of chaos ever touched its dust

Until a soft meat-like towel became resident

II

Its presence provided inmates

With a turning toy

Introduced them to fragile bodies and blood

And brought angelic sounds where stone clapping existed

But it introduced another scare

III

Meaning

Meaning in calls

Made it a stall for ears

Some sounds brought laughter

Others brought tears

Some sounds brought chaos

As inmates wondered where in the boneless skin

Hid it’s powerful blade

And wondered how it made them accomplices

IV

Though blameless, they endured

Until it got entangled in other attractions

Like magnetic poles in assemblage

Repelling those without its factor

Beings rose against beings

Houses against houses

Villages against villages

Cities against cities

Nations against nations

And continents against continents

V

Inmates were like electric poles 

Struck by lightning

Their wondering turned into shock

Their shock turned into mock submission

Their mock submission turning into chaos

Chaos within and without

VI

None saw how it came about

None knew how to eject it

None was sure how to live without it

But all got to know in record time

That it sure is the harmless harmful

Which hid the murderous sword of all time

Protected by arranged stones 

In the hollow cave called mouth

Only protection mechanism:

Handcuffing it between locked lips

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2017