The http://cloakedmonk.com/ prompt for day 8 is “Abundance.”
I went to bed last night still drawing a blank on this prompt. I marinated in weird dreams, and I woke up a very different take on abundance.
It’s not easy to make abundance a negative. I’m not sure what this says about me.
by Mike Patrick
From the days of man’s beginning
he was woefully unprepared
To defend his tiny family,
So vulnerable and so scared.
But mankind’s brain is fertile,
So he found a way to stand.
From sharpened stone — a weapon,
That fit nicely in the hand.
Twas the beginnings of a process,
to defeat that which was feared.
From such a rudimentary genesis,
the humble sword was engineered.
from rocks to brass and gold,
and finally on to iron and steel,
in desperate patterns uncontrolled.
Curved and straight, short and long,
from dirk to scimitar,
the abundant ways to kill and maim
grew better by the hour.
Broadsword, greatsword, longsword:
Each, in time, made its debut.
The Roman gladius, and the saber
cleaved destructive paths anew.
A thousand types of bayonets,
when added to the gun,
increased the carnage many-fold,
and oft the battle won.
Never has been known a time,
without the vicious will,
to produce more abundantly,
better ways to kill.