From the kitchen window I saw the bold intrusion
Of arrogant ne’er-do-well misfits and vagabonds,
Claiming the authority of planted location,
Holding forthright intentions to move in and stay.
A violation, a sharp insult, a thrown gauntlet
Catching my composed sensibilities off guard,
But not out of sudden emotional reach,
As indignant pride and defensive action responded
To prompt an immediate retaliatory engagement.
So I gathered up initiative like a change of clothes,
Girdling my loins in old jeans, tight but functional
Against the anticipated aspects of battle,
Gathered various weapons, sharp, hard and deadly,
Then set forth toward the state of confrontation
Found in any defense of territorial rights.
Walking right up, matching silence with silence,
I eyed their sharpened blades so casually displayed
And hoped my own armored gauntlets
Could handle their efficacious nature,
Knowing that push would come to pull,
In the anticipated hand over hand combat.
Without further ado, hoping for the best, I attacked
Like a mad man venting his anger in defense
Of hearth, home and countryside,
Fighting for the claim of proprietary domain.
I swung the leverage of my irresistible blade,
Decapitating and toppling foe after sturdy foe,
Letting the armed and dangerous bodies pile
Where I cast them down, like Philistines
Well met of my jawboned determination.
On and on, into the wooded depths I chased
These rooted usurpers and villainous cads,
Throwing them away from their offensive stand
Against my just and righteous cause,
Giving battle in the thick sweat of the day
Taking my own flesh wounds in steady stride;
Fighting each encamped foe to the source,
Digging out their strongholds upon the earth,
Offering no quarter, yielding no ground,
Maintaining my course into dominant victory,
And then standing tall in panted view.
My enemies were done and vanquished,
Their remains piled upon the field of victory
To wait for the yard men to pick them up
Like the thorny weeds that they were.
Leveraged Blade
michaelstevenplatt 