Hawk vs. Eagle

A noble man is lain flat

Across the eagle’s crest

The olive branches wait

To beat on their mystical drums


Something was happening on that great hill

More important than a man laced with cholera

Or an independent legal eye

Or the expense of jet fuel

Compared among giants


Velocity was rearing its ugly head

A surreal truth coming home to roost

Boasting more voices than a certain man

And his liver pills


It was hawk vs. eagle

The former delivering those voices with courage

Motivated by a cannibal

Enriched by friends and fallen foes

Crossed like withered legs or determined eyes


Everything was going to be alright

Even if the hawk survived

He looked mighty and would be ripe

For November


The delicate bald bird would continue onward

Masquerading and catching the sunlight








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