The Words of My Father's Sword

The Words of My Father's Sword

I can't believe 
that you did this. 
Even Brutus,
a man who saw blood spill on marble senate floors, 
would shiver at your selfish reasonings of why
why you had to be the one 
to plunge the blade deep. 

Sitting in silence
my father's burly words 
echo in my ears 
and help let absent tears 
fall across my face 
and to the tune 
of the heart beat reveille
to honor a fallen time in the now present past. 
"Trust is a double edged sword, my son" 
"Without proper balance, my son" 
"You will cut yourself and others
leaving a wound that will never fully heal"