All In The Wrist

the pen, seeking a gentler reputation
attempted to trade places with the sword
to wax poetic as befits its station
to carefully consider every word

the sword fought back by getting ever duller
less piercing and less cutting in its ways
allowed its rusty edges to discolor
and stayed inside the scabbard days on days

who's mightier, or gentler, that's the question
they're wielded by the same five fingered fist
persisting in their rivalrous expression
though some observe it's solely in the wrist