Take facts, for example, or simple tasks born
of lofty deeds, for the mundane and methodical
derive from nobility's excess bravado. It's a matter
of sliding courage down a notch to plain stubbornness.
Knowledge is partial, and what is given can be
undone, like an embarrassing present returned
to the wrong store. And consider the unsheathed
sword that lies between us, feckless and keen.
Short Poem about Everything