Armour – David Davies

Am I supposed to ask you how it feels

Me approaching your altar

Of feather, skin and batwing

Because it comes through you

Headdress like a war hammer

Your helmet rust is beauty

I will arrive at you eventually, a carcass

that

A halter pelvis, a timepiece

Protein tangle, a dementia shadow

You spew out

Glamour-sword doctor

Symmetry like a torture knot

You so easily see – what lay inside