Solid Impression: I

(For Prof. Wolfgang Zach) The kids beheld a bright face Beaming like an emblem Of the new photo-sky: Subliming all our nativity Sublimating our eagled rites. His eyes were so sharp Two fruits of nature! Two seas of blossoming love: Twinkling in a raw urgency Of our black eagle. The blond marched gently Treading a retrieved soft soil Of a celebrate earth While his pious anthem thrusts Through the heart of fading racism! O his eyes pierced The sour soul of unshy inhumanity That ever-ready bird hatching agitations: At which many lads arrowed at will In those past seasons of no avail!