The Sharp Poem by Wicked Pissah

I held the sharp
to the soft
sinew
red-black runs
out the pale
blue vein
how are we doing
today
I could only look
down
and see the warm
summer
I saw as a child
in the back yard
funny how time
slides ahead
friends remain
unchanged
over the course
it is the same sun
as then
think deeper still
and the bonds
lock in place
oh look
at the plane
overhead
don’t you see it
keep looking
it is always there
sharp to the soft