A Suit to Kill a Bear

To beat back the bear      
One must wear the fortress    
Of outward iron maiden      
      
A sneer and tortured intent      
Spiking steely eyes      
through triangulate of iris      
Sticking through it      
welling the blue      
And the belladonna      
Blooming through rage      
like primal      
feral crushing      
It glows and brightens the circle      
as if the whole sky were there      
    
En masse      
at large      
The posse en route      
Vigilante purpose violating all compact      
Builds the refugee      
And his hovering camp      
    
it growls      
And grows      
too large and uncompromising      
Oh what nastiness,      
she shows sharp teeth      
    
To clamp and clang      
Down on it      
with the fury and force      
Of the whole      
Of the clan and brutal squeeze      
    
It might crimp the fortress      
And it's shiny style      
Like the knights      
In a state of madness      
And their oddly worn smirks      
Would leave them alone      
    
Would they be fingerless    
And folly their way back home    
unable to remove themselves    
From the cloak    
And it's vice    
now sweltering unimportant    
Enclosure    
   
And leave them exposed by harsh    
Sound and sight    
And the eyes of others    
Never having trampled    
Into their wilderness    
   
such spectacle    
Would be ghastly    
And devoutly remembered    
attached in the permanent mind    
And fearsome gesture there    
   
gesture would fly    
he would be unable to catch it    
But he would reach