Where did you get it, Peter?
Was it something you’d had as a boy?
Was it simple, like wood and metal?
Or forged with some rare alloy?
Did you justify that it was handy
For many things noble and tame
Like fish gutting
or splints for the lame?
How long had you been hiding/stashing the sword, Peter?
How long was it strapped to your side?
How often did you feel for it
in case God’s company didn’t suffice?
How often did you hone your drill or
second-guess your nerve to kill?
Then, when it finally came
The moment you thought it was for
When you swung at the detachment
And Malchus’ ear fell to the floor
Did you wince when you saw it happen
Or were you bloodthirsty for more?
Did you understand a Jesus’ kingdom
Had never been of this world?
Or were you relieved he knew a way
For ears to be restored?