Through the eye of the Eagle
While the world still turning
While the world still burning
The Eagle
Bending his eye with unheard melodies
Watches the fable unfold with leaves
Floating over roiling seas
While children call, call to leaves
To mothers and fathers still as trees
Still as a fable, still as a frieze
Unfolding over Vieques and Aguadilla
Over the Strait of Bosphorus, the Sea of Marmara and
The Black Sea, through the eye of the Eagle
Reflecting twenty thousand sheep at the bottom
Of the sea, the Eagle—swerves to the world’s
Magnetic field, the Eagle gazes, seeing all
The fall of walls, the rising call
Of a world wild with desire for rain
To quench the throat of worlds on fire
The Eagle’s eye, a light of wire
While the world still turning
While the world still burning
The Eagle bends his eye
Watching the fable
unfold with leaves
drifting over
roiling seas