Monster #19, wounded, victim to the goad,
quiet and resting.
The cable clips into the tow and pulls her aboard.
Square hard knuckles clench the straps and cinch her down as one hand rests on her splintered carbon skin.
The trailer door shuts and the diesel rattles.
Soon set right, she'll once again howl on the tarmac plain,
contrails streaming from her wingtips,
as hair rises on the napes of men.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
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