Battle Angel

Alita who is human

is not

who is the sunlight on

the clouds below

who knows joy and anger

and pain, but

can't feel it

is the tang of metal and

electricity and tears

is a flower in a war-torn field

spattered red

who smells of fire and

gun smoke

is a warm heart of steel and

conduits, full of tenacity

who is ragged clothes and

soft black hair and determined eyes

is the clash of impure steel

against metal flesh

who is a blazing soul aflame

is the scent of dirt and oil

and death

a small star in a large universe

who is a warrior

Alita who