Just a Wednesday Poem

With the finest blade available
He slashed at my fragile flesh.

Target achieved.
Surgical strike.

Thank you
For declaring victory.

Without blood
And tears
I might not know
Who won.

With weapons
The ambiguous
Becomes obvious

And you are well armed.

You
As victors always have
Will shape our history.

Good luck.

I can hear the drumbeats already
That might have been words
Had I survived.

You beat the drums.
I am less than an echo.

Thanks for looking my way.

The receipt was worth the debt.