Witness the tender season
laying down its arms
going on its knees
hands up empty
letting hostages free
giving up bodies of fire
scraping the hard blue scales
from its helmet sky
sending its blood out
in the open to cool.
Still warm to the touch
the tender season
buries its face
in a pile of surrender.
Witness the tender season
lift its last head
look us in the eye
as life drops from it
degree from degree.
aug 24, 2011
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