Vexing words <br />with hammer in one hand <br />and tongs in the other <br />gripping another vexing word <br />another of those misformed words <br />that needs but the smite of my hammer <br />to enform it to its should be shape <br />and smite I do <br />and to my amazement <br />that thought to be iron-like word <br />that word that in my mind had but one shape <br />yielded to my smite <br />not like red-hot iron <br />but like clay <br />willing <br />if not eager <br />to mold to my mind <br />or to any mind <br />and assume a new guise <br />for that was its soul <br />to mean whatever like-minded minds <br />wanted it to mean <br />and always ready to change <br />from this to that <br />and not from hammer beats <br />but from minds <br />minds that are ever reshaping the world <br />with its words.<br /><br />Bro. Bartleby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vexing-words/
