Before the Wire

Before the Wires and Towers dominated the sky, cutting wounds in the Earth and air, childish eyes would peek upwards, towards heaven, beyond god, towards the Eagle's stair Even on the haunting winter nights, The Eagle flew in palest moonlight, free on the horizon, over the feilds of wheat Bound to nothing exept it's will, and the prey, seeking to defeat And yet the fences were constructed and wires dangled in the air, roads connected us to the world when everything we needed was still right there And still, the most painful thing that i remember from those days was the once proud and mighty eagle trapped in wire, just past the hay contorted, and broken Calling out, "Mercy, MERCY!" in squalls and yells, flailing made it worse, cutting deep into the flesh, as much as the freedom of the once majestic, mighty bird