Eagle

High over forests walking
north over crystal rivers red
and rivers dead.

Fast over wide expanses.
Life is a long exciting day
if you are prey.

And I see every inhumanity to man.
I can see everything I want to.
Don't want to.

Fast as an angel talking.
Low as the spirits in the gin
and like the wind.

Sight like crosshairs focus.
Flight like a starfall in the sky
an arc of fire.

And I see every house and every concrete moat.
I can see everything I want to
but eagles...
but eagles...

(solo)

Tall as the architecture.
Tall as the columns by the steps.
Tall as it gets.

Loved like the taxidermy.
Now from the history of lies
the eagles rise.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.