Patheticism
Get inside the heads the jackknife does of those who were its sticks
it whittled carved and stabbed and jabbed
and form-ed jagged slits
and made them bare
and no one really cared
and the jackknife said it did
it proclaimed what was questionably fair
and so it did share
and not so carved was the sissoo tree
that the bark could not repair
but much more carved was the moonbeam branch
and so the sissoo died.
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