In one of my incomplete poems
A sentence challenged another
And slapped it with its glove -
Inviting it to duel
In a the Court of the Honor.
At the end of the fight,
And as happens often,
One of my sentences was dead
And the other bleeding on the page.
I did not want
To get involved in the maze of criminal investigations
Between question and answer,
And so preferring to wash my hands of their blood
I threw away the whole poem.