Eagle

Noble eagleOft confused with the
hawkI watch and gawkO
hawkOf whomDo the snow-wigged
peaks talk?Your
beakA nose of hardened waxYour
wingsA rope of feathery flaxYour
eyesTwo marblesPainted to look
like eyesYour legsProtruding from
your thighs.When the sun
silhouettes youA burnished
crucifixI weep and curse your
hubrisAnd the candles chew their
wicks.