Ode to Lorena

Mounted on the wall

A bright glare catches my eye

It reflects the light

From the setting sun

My pride and glory

What can I say?

What is mounted beneath

Shriveled and dead

Bears mute testament

To a victory, hard fought

But finally won

Another time...

A past life...

I give a toast

And raising my glass,

"Here's to Lorena!"

And,

A sharp kitchen knife.