An edged exterior envelopes
a fiery burning soul.
Flaming compassion burns through,
masked by lidded eyes.
The scent of metal and cologne
fitting on the tan jacket and hat-
the uniform for a soldier at war
Scars on arms,
showing times in a self-inflicted
Sins burn away, leaving
their brand on the nervous tissue.
Others see the marks and trap
into seeing him
The heat of the fire
their eyes to watch.
They do not try to see past the flames
the refined being beneath.