Spear
The long handle feels heavy in the hand,
searching for a target. It weighs one down.
Waiting for the savage to emerge.
Some say strength brought men
to their feet. Evolving alongside men,
but its the point. the arrowhead must be blamed.
Others say its intelligence. With knowledge comes power.
To overcome, to wage war,
killing everything in its wake.
Searching, longing for its target.
morphing alongside man,
a javelin's odyssey.
-Shannon Beverley
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