From: sienna@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: The Hawk
Date: Tue Jul 12 17:29:39 1994

This was an imitation of Elizabeth Bishop's poem "The Armadillo"

The Hawk
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Step by step, they appear;
Every day the same.
Laboring on this dark stage, once a year
Playing this mindless game.

Inside their minds of woe - 
Trappings of mortals lost
Inside stained-glass walls, echoing their fear
Of how much life had cost.

Black velvet sprinkled with
Hope, diamond-esque shaped;
Telling their stories from heaven above;
Crosses bruised, burnt and raped.

Milked for pity and tears - 
Rancid dreams of the poor;
The blood of the rich paying the ransom
Of the head on the door.

Suddenly sky and earth
Are limitless like rock -
Soaring high against the glittering heavens;
A solitary hawk.



I wrote this on May 9, 1994.
Enjoi (batt *grin*)

Dee