Eagle Cry
Shining down upon veiled earth
watched by ever paler moon
Still I am alive, but I fear
for you my end is soon
Awake always with a throabing
croak or a distaint cry.
I understand not why you battle me
for I am you and you are I
Hidden within my expanses
Bursting shades of emeral greens
I am the world of my people
The people the world of my dreams
Living inside my interior
fwd by that which surrounds
My people and I are one,
they hunt I adsorb there sound
Before I turn to burnt out ash
nothing left, but rot
Remember please
my people know
what yours so long ago forgot
Copyright © Kenneth Sullivan | Year Posted 2006
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