Aching hold of mortal flesh.
Fiery spirit,
Bending iron to your will,
Shaping that which you can in the violence
of heat & force
Everything you hold in mortal (fear) hands
Balanced on the steel's edge;
And in it's own violence, single
Arc of light, fractured,
Will fracture the bent & bound iron,
Knotted & surrounding
Belinda Holdsworth July '94