Amid Old Friends
Posted by restorel66 on October 31, 2009
Amid old friends, a working hand
comes down hard. Fear falls on the land,
as a fist becomes a hammer,
a glass tabletop to shatter.
A man, afraid, will take a stand
when, not according to his plan,
he receives a humble brand
and is loath to drop the matter
amid old friends.
Shards sing out how rage will expand
into violence, will demand,
with a loud rattle of anger
and a bang of bad behavior,
that we heed a fool’s reprimand
amid old friends.
