Saturday, May 6, 2023

Poems and Prose #173 - An Ungloved Falconer

 A widening gyre,

    you say?

And why does this

    leave you dismayed?

I notice there

    your hair's gone gray,

and your youthful smirk

    has sunk away.

Yet you tersely pace

    and turn and sway,

and grit your teeth

    till white chunks spray,

all for things

    you've been relayed,

events over which

    you have no say.


Bring that falcon

    on this way!

Let me watch its

    spiral decay!

Sit with me

    and spend the day

watching end times,

    once more, delayed.

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