Starch

Hello again. I do not expect this to be anything spectacular, but I haven't written poetry in near a year and thought it would be good if I began again.

Starch

Crackled paper tied tight over two small planets
When will I see again?
A vision of milk and shadow soaks my gaze,
Fills my heart.
When will I see again?

Three years I slaved away,
Deft hands refining jet armor,
Crafting plates of heavy steel.
Plate by plate they fall from me,
Rusted.
When will I see again?

He found the small chink in my chainmail,
Saw it close to my heart.
Blinders on a well-rationed brain
Could not help my sight.
When will I see again?

One gasp, one tear and all is done.
How sharp, how callous was his spear,
Leaving old soldier to her end,
Bleeding into the wheat.
When will I see again?

I open my eyes.
White cataracts glisten,
Dry and fall.
Sandpaper lids open and close.
I can see.

Starch, what have you done to me?
I was warm but now I'm white and stiff.
Starch, what have you done to me?
I who once loved
Am pale and cold marble.