On Curses

Though words,
however ill may be,
it is the thought,
t'would spawn the words
'a pox on thee'
in that, more damage done
than eye can see
t'is the beast within
would rub it's hands
and belly laugh in glee.

Whatever cutting edge
upon the thought be ground
to sharpen it and hone
and cast the blade around
carelessly wielded
or worn,
and used unshielded
can turn again and wielder wound
as double edge'd thing's are prone.