There were noises made
But now the dust
And silence settle, stay.

Falling both upon a form,
Warm still:
A shell, once tool, then cage
Locking her in within.
Within, two cannibals, untamed.

One, the slow burn of own body
Two, the bite of her own rage.

Now, peace
Of her command.
But talk not of victory
No winners, yet:
Only a right to lay down arms.