Sarcasm

Sheathing daggers in clown shoes

is an art above poetry,

An art practiced Sean Connery style,

shaken, not stirred then

poured elegantly into its chilled

icy glass, offered to 007’s  victim to be

sipped, suspiciously, or gulped in trust;

Either way it drugs and numbs while Sean

looks on, Scottish eyebrows lifted in appraisal;

Did my dagger find its home?