so you think YOU can sink ME?
have you not seen my battle scars?
did you not spot the gaps between these
stained and chipped teeth, and spy
the pointed tips of my hidden set?
even as I lay bloodied in war torn fields I always
sharpened them with bark from wizened trees
Yes, I may stumble often, and often fall down.
If you cut me I will do what all mortals do
but when you think you have destroyed me
I will be recuperating, reinforcing my castle
if you come at me with ice
it will tear holes in my soft flesh
but will quickly melt away to nothing
leaving you as unarmed as
you believed me to be me
if you return to cut me with a blade
I will take it, I will sharpen it
and then I will push it deep into your heart
nobody will see the scarlet stain
all they will see is a former tyrant
whose marbles have all rolled away
and I will smile benevolently
on a failed little hitler who
misjudged her intended victim
©Jane Paterson Basil