Artifacts Of Glory Poem by Pierre Rausch

You'll shamble the room behind
Blink as the door closes
Stand helplessly, stand helplessly

It's a steel plate you hold in both hands
Talk noise over guard
You are not going to touch her
Artifacts of Glory

Remember when the musket bullets flared around you
Arms and tights protected by plates
A voice back down the yard
It's a steel plate you bring closer
You are not going to touch her
Artifacts of Glory

Cyan tint
Haircut
A fixture back from the light
Overnight theme
Fell at day
You are not going to touch her
Artifacts of Glory