Engravings on these nano-blades
Silent, efficient, colorless, stainless, metallic.
Yet engraved with every kill,
no matter the scores’ importance.
“Click clack, goes the machine.”
Or so say the kids
commenting on about my strolls.
Yet they know it right:
no excuses for my scores
as I engrave them all.
Engraved on these assassin nano-blades.
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Very interesting! This poem has an ominous quality to it. I would love a line-by-line description of its meaning so I can better understand your intent, and what is happening.
UwU ~ Thanks for the compliments and reading it!
The first stanza, first line: qualities of a blade.
The first stanza, second+third line: aware of the deeds done that they’ve committed in their hands.
The second stanza: a setting point that the protagonist knows that poor kids are all aware about when they see assassin robots in stalk mode.
The third stanza, first line: reinforces second stanza.
The third stanza, second line: our protagonist knows they’ve committed killings and doesn’t make excuses for them.
The third stanza, third line: as such, our protagonist telegraphs it clearly their deeds - maybe not or maybe so on their blades or in the contracts they’re taskered to deal with.
Final line: the affirmation of their Subject.
Okay, that helps! I appreciate it, as I would never have arrived at those conclusions on my own!
Welcome.
:)
Hope you’re smiling on them other posts.
Great job and great breakdown of the meaning behind the words as well in response to @jayna's question..
UwU ~ Thanks for the compliments and thanks for reading it!