Revlis Ysteb

I couldn't stand to watch them take her

Hoisting her up on high shoulders

Dragging her away

As though no one in the world

Had ever loved her.

She was mechanical silver

Old but sleek,

Runnning, just not well enough.

A hiccup in her motor,

Brakes skinned...bleeding,

Nicks on her exterior like

Pox or acne scars.

I had every intention to close my eyes

Long enough, so that when they opened

She would just be gone, but as I walked

Down the white carpeted steps, I saw her

Hanging uphill, defenseless, (as a child) (maybe or too much)?

All her silver covered in snow.