What I learned
Why was there even
An axe in the house
there were thorns to prune
In the garden but
Why was the axe
In the house?
Was it in the closet
With the rifle?
I don’t know –
But when he chased you
With the axe
And you ran screaming to the back –
Towards the library –
Towards the basement –
Going to hide
Perhaps
Going out the back door–
She stopped him.
Stood between
for the first time
Said
NO!
And for a thousand years waited
Til the arm was soft
Til he took the blade down
Til you sighed like the rabbit
Pinned by the dog and released
This was how
I learned
She would not
Let him
Kill us
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