A Steel Spirit

A steel spirit flashes through your words
As wings of anger sweep against your wrong;
And though long past, your convoy of fierce birds
Are ready to attack and not sing song.
I recognize the rightness of your ire;
I, too, would ‘ttack, and spin him into fire,
Where he would twist to nothingness or less
Who marred your magic day of happiness.
And still, my sweet, you overwhelm me more,
For ire in you draws admiration high
To see you soar with your unbroken “I”,
A freeborn eagle looking back to shore
Where mean-mind “cage” collapses, there to die.

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