Battles

You're armed with yourself
and we can tell secrets
once you lose the left one
carried home in a basket
made by yours truly.
You'll sit at the table
telling your story.
Oh they were tough,
Oh they were big,
Oh they could've torn me
limb from limb.
But instead they only got
one so we made lunch
and forgot about it
while the ice kept melting
and the tea seeped.