Deleterious dagger
crafted in Qajar.
Medial ridge running through
bevelled cutting edge
down to
honed thickened tip.
Etched into heavy steel
the intricate design of
birds, beasts and
occasionally man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
and I imagine occasionally plunged into him. I am a pirate, you know. Described very well, I can picture the fell little creature in my mind. I would like to own one. Nice writing.