I
Boom!
The sound of forks against plates
Deafening ears.
Cutlery,
As an extermination weapon
Lethal enough
To seize eyebulbs and half-cut fingers
Stop the nervous system,
Unleash the dreadful ice.

II
The cutlery
Untouched, slumbers on the table
This spoon of hatred
Swallows the sun
Explodes straight after
Boom!