Bigguy

Shieldmaiden

She confronted me

In face of chromosomal pride with the 

Way that skinny-scarred arms can shatter

Brutal bladed weights too heavy

For the brute’s broad back to heft.

Heart-bound barbs break against her

Thorn-vicious hide and

Each spearhead shattered is a debt to softness.

I stand in supplication and ask

Is it right?