Eagle

Noble eagle

Oft confused with the
hawk

I watch and gawk

O
hawk

Of whom

Do the snow-wigged
peaks talk?

Your
beak

A nose of hardened wax

Your
wings

A rope of feathery flax

Your
eyes

Two marbles

Painted to look
like eyes

Your legs

Protruding from
your thighs.

When the sun
silhouettes you

A burnished
crucifix

I weep and curse your
hubris

And the candles chew their
wicks.