"Deep Swords"

Arms they flap in open air
People incongruent
Stop and stare
Pulverized might stains the countenance
All is lost in one fluid motion
reminiscent of pattern
a localized fear
drawing far too near
to counteract a happy notion
Nothing left but turning in the card
Not to be properly filled out
Last moments used to shout
too late
too hard
Leaving with gifts unbestowed
And so why do you smile?
In perfect accordance
with denial
It's just confusion
years pass
It's just you using
Deep swords.