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 steel learns austerity and hard discipline. At last the object is finished and placed in a scabbard case. While sheathed - it is a slumbering dragon. Yet removed from its scabbard it is vengeance incarnate. 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.