"That's why her hair's so big: it's full of secrets."
– Damian, Mean Girls (2004)
The Library lies behind her ear.
Germany hides from him, so near.
Her head: a fortress.
Her hair: a shield. –
An army, impenetrable,
rich in battle
tactics, defenses greater
than any across the
land, across time and
space.
Golden armour a fleet
of Sontarans would
envy so covetously,
though chaos and misdirection
and havoc are allies
of such security.
Just what has buried
themselves within
that yellow mess? …
Like his fingers, they writhe
intimately between the strands:
Spoilers.