NOTHING MORE TO SAY

When the last words have been spoken
And exhaled breaths are finally emptied
No residual meaning to scratch or graze
Perhaps the well is dry, or grit run out
But there will be more, have no doubt
As one carefully selected sign off phrase
And no language any longer exempted
An outburst done and the seal is broken

Energies sapped, like an exhausted prey
Such that no call for surrender is stirred
And by pointed statement, is harpooned
Rhetoric was successfully called to action
No regrets, nor any need for a retraction
Ready to inflict the one final fatal wound
The predator with each sharpened word
A battle won, then merely to walk away