Only Words

We threw insults around

Creative F-yous laced in sarcasm

Like pennies tossed to the ground

Little by little we created a chasm

Years later we stood across from each other

Staring into the viper's den

Lying there in the pit I recognized mother

It was then we knew we were men

Her bones being cleaned by the birds

We had killed her

Murdered with words

Victorious for sure

Sticks and stones may break your bones,

but only words can kill you.

--Shenandoah Lynd