Eagles conscious of their role as symbol
Preen the confetti from their bald heads
In a dark bluff ruled by a vulture
With a necktie of question marks.
A union of eagles even, hot rivets
Soaring over the I-beam landscape
With the hush, hush of secret accords
And immutable cosmic winds,
Painting their claws blue
On the long empty telephone wire
Kept open under the sea of tranquility
That washes up the carcasses of smiling rats.
Eagles crowding the maple podium,
Eagles pushing closer to see.
A confidence man selling a drinking bird
Three-years sober and full of the spirit,
With his lifejacket lined with watches
Asking the time of a pale woman in a headdress
Whose arms move with surprising freedom
As she answers in an impossible whisper.
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