So that the cut will not bind,
The saw is set;
The angle of the widened tines
Prolongs the whet.
The way antagonists align —
The imperturbable surface yet —
Shows nothing will be left behind
Of discontinuity or regret.
A sharpened blade hides signs that harshest
Rasps beneath its mirror grind —
Infinitesimal shards and karstness —
Out of sight, out of mind.
Smooth tooth,
Drawn saw,
Clean wound,
Bloodless law.