Long Allegorybeauty Poems

Perched At a Firing Sight

The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute
Converged in a cannon of salutation 
Swift & smooth & sharp!
Bowing near her golden wings 
All the pebbles greet 
Adoring the blackness of her beauty 
Luring her in vain 
Into a home-dance at the village square!

The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And winds of terror blow 
Blowing everywhere 
Among forest paths & homesteads 
Unbeaten by protest-clouds 
Here in the sky – 
The hunter’s sling aims in vain 
Her feathered bosom 
Drawing away the eaglets. 

The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And stones in a hurry fly 
Over fawning protective leaves & branches 
More stones parachuted by hopes 
Of spoils & clannish fame!
O eagle seated on the hunters’ disunity!
Rejoicing in the eternal silences
Enthroned in a nest of beauty 
Carved like a marbled soul of immortality.

The eagle is perched at a firing sight!
And pebbles salute 
Veering in a common confusion – 
Should she fly safely away 
Then hunters & their folks 
Could sigh for another decade 
Of her willful dictatorship – 
And more stones could greet
Swift & smooth & sharp!