With Impurities

folding
stretched
flaccid
lumpy
pebbled
which has sustained children

oily
dry
reddened
knobby
odorous
which is in the height of vitality

sagging
thin
puckered
thick
coarse
which has slain lions

wrinkled, cracked, and gray, this is the reality
this is your hovel, and this is your mansion, and this is your shield
this, your only sword.

even though the sword is only a rusted, knicked, scarred bit of flat iron alloy
it would not be rusted if it had not stood the test of time
and it would not be knicked if it had not met and conquered resistance
and it would not be scarred if it had not preserved you through the battle
and iron is stronger when it has been forged with impurities.