Armorer

you have buckled

the greaves 

around my legs

set the cuirasse 

in place

and tightened 

the fastenings 

at every point

over my head

you have lowered 

the helm

like a benediction 

and you have

set me 

on my course

like a hawk

launched from 

the falconer’s glove

arrowing

to the heavens

like a comet

racing through 

the sky

casting all 

of the other stars

into shadow