SURRENDER
she wrote her poem
every metaphor
bullet-pointed
every syllable
metal-jacketed
every image
a grenade
when she let rip
a whole belt, an entire clip,
out of ammo
she had nothing left
to attack
defend herself with
not a word
to work with
her critics sensing this
out of blood
moved in
for the kill
forcing her surrender
unless
there was no surrender
