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Justin S Wampler
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7d
Opening a coconut
It started with a knife,
light chopping. Hunting for a seam.
Up on the counter now,
cleaving more vigorously.
It stood fast,
hardened hairy shell
mocking me bitterly.
I went from a chop
to a stab,
the knife bent
and it rolled off with a laugh.
Away I stormed,
with one thing in mind.
I returned and in my claw
was a hammer of the same kind.
Poised again, the countertop
now begging me to stop,
I started to swing and
it was more effective than the chops.
A crack here, a glancing blow.
Water splashed out
to and fro.
When at last I found a seam
just large enough to
force my fingers between.
With a mighty grunt and roar,
finally in twain;
the fortified fruit I tore.
Sweating and bleeding I sighed,
no wonder people stranded
on deserted islands die.
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