Recipe for Eagle Meat

We've used our gifts to... watercolor disease potter haloes of love into horns of hate knitting the fallout of nuclear dreams. Evolution is unwinding at the speed of light. DNA is drunk on the cheap wine of the ID. America the beautiful sounds like the death rattle of Rome... Both envied and hated in equal doses. Veins of freedom clogged by the cholesterol of ego. Our elders sounding evermore unhinged... In front of the world, they squabbled about who's better on the links...while sworn enemies exchange recipes for preparing eagle meat. We've chained our children to robots (and we thought they paid little attention to us). They squirm equally within the envelope of eye contact constructive criticism and compliment. Everybody's pointing dirty fingers only to be chopped off. Bloody fingers are everywhere from Whitehouse to the church of our fair Christ. The four horsemen are approaching albeit in the thin shadow of sundial time. Feel their hoofbeats clacking against our cobblestone souls?