Blades

Time shall cut you like a blade of grass

From endless emerald oceans, every vision cast.

Knives, verdant, voluminous speak not the past,

The future's not wanting; none of us last.

All men are grass... I am the same.

Temporal, visceral, mind cutting blade.

One and wonderfully, fearfully made.

Tongue like an serpent, hand like a spade.

Time cut you all; it's unending boast

Waste not this day all you knife holding host

With bodies of dirt and breath of a Ghost

Fight for your life; you'd best make the most.