Byrsa

When is it just
Too tiring, gold
Trim on dark arts?

A body is
A bargaining
Chip—blue and bruised,

It’s of less use.
Silver and gray,
It’s of less use.

Broken and scarred,
Etc.
Not even young

And glorious
As bare, bronze dawn,
Is it enough

To pull night through
And through the day
So neither fades.