Sharp Things and Superfluous “Manliness”

The writer
noble word fighter
orienteers across
the deathly knellscape.

Well, your cape
has your logo
and you'll sell your face
and your pathos
to the flyest gridder.

Right angles taken 
to their highest order
spells squares webbing
an entire page.

Graph paper!
Staff, rapier.
Tools of the blade.

The fangs we sharpened
rang the bells we fold
into the omelets
getting cold.