THUS SPOKE RHAMNOUSIA

“So this is mightier than the sword?”

I ask myself, and then,

Thrusting aside my weapon,

I stab with my fountain pen.

My wounded opponent staggers back.

A job well done, I think.

But are those droplets on the floor

Blood? Or just red ink?

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4 responses to “THUS SPOKE RHAMNOUSIA

  1. Is this a Parker that I see before me, the handle towards my hand? Come, let me clutch thee, that I may poke the one who spoke. Rum-nausea. Nemesis. Whate’er.

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    • A pen in the hand is worth two to the heart. So stop me, pray, before I dither or wither away.
      Moral: better to be stabbed with a pen than with Shake’s spear.

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      • I looked for a Parker today, but couldn’t find one. I did find a Conklin that I rescued from my father’s office in 1956. It’s in my hand and worth $350, now. I have no idea what it would be worth two of. I shall not be poking anyone with it.

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