eagles in flight
sailed down the wind
in formation, wing to wing

flapping their wings
with looks of death
their talons ripped cheeks and necks

the people bled
and some lost eyes
disaster under the skies

a great calamity
of bloody doom
the eagles returned to their tomb

home
a feeling in your heart
a palace of your own
a sound estate
that house of mine

gold cups
filled with wine
bread in baskets
eat and drink

good and satisfied
music and dancing
beautiful notes
of delightful songs

candour
think of nothing
living free
on the rolling earth

who are you?
who are your people?
how did you come
to this land?

the wisest man alive
has been the most generous
the chief of his tribe
the son of the earth
the father of kings
the god of home

and i had better come
to an end
rather than fall into
a new era
i seem to
have antedated

pagans invented gods
as an excuse for mortal misdeeds
the casual contrast between
the world and nowhere

refuse immortality
an ambiguous artifice
the supreme god
men doubt what he is

after ten years wandering
the champion visits his father
to bring an end
to his long absence

to step into his shoes
there is nothing to lose
for the romantic
disillusioned realist

i myself
have done my best
nevertheless
much is strange

from time to time
endless pains
a single brain
intricate and ill

a new light
a man surviving
his poems
still hardly known

the author belived that
nothing is known
nor can it be proved
there is no gospel

an easy opening
the contaminant enters
the integrity
has been compromised
on opening day
an invisible pinhole
in our manifest destiny
to ensure
the end of our days