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