My Honorable Scythe

Forged from the feathers of Ra
and salvaged from world's end.
I found an artifact so ancient
only your mother could comprehend.

One good look, you're toast.
One skin prick, you're screwed.
My scythe dumps animal excrement
all over your new leather shoes.

I cut clean the gum from my eyes,
I threw the scythe into the churn.
It crawled back to me like a baby
in a blanket bundled with scorn.

So I'm raising it as one of my own,
'till it reaches a wisdom as mine.
I've taught it so well, my son from hell,
whose only last lesson is dying.