Sword Making - a graphic poem & pseudo-dialog by T Newfields
From a heart of fire
and belly of earth
metal is hammered 
as a blade gains birth -

Plunged into water
Then fire again
The steel learns austerity
And discipline.

At last the object is finished
and placed in a scabbard case
When withdrawn -
it has the power of lightening
When sheathed -
it is a cave.

An-Yi: 	 This is bullshit!

Daiki: 	 Of course! What else did you expect from a book of poetry?

Bhäraté: I was hoping for cherry blossoms and verse about lovely geisha.

Chariya: I have learned not to hope. The devils start to laugh each time humans hope.