Knives


Cutting the sharp corners beware,
we, the knives wait and stare,

sharp blades hitting the ground like raindrops,
we, the knives will never stop,

as we hunt and move through the air,
we the knives wait for the swans,

enemies of darkness who fly without fear,
beware for we, the knives are here,

we, the knives upon a shark’s back,
we, the knives who won’t look back,

bold and quick we move about,
our victims will soon scream and shout,

look out around the sharp corner,
the knives will wait for food.
 
 
 

 
 

 

--Matthew (8th grade, Francis W. Parker School, 2003)