I soar on
Subtle currents,
The Vault of Heaven in flux.
Alone I soar, wings, tail, splayed,
Delicate instinct
Holds me on the Axes,
Wild winds and I are one.
My yellow-rimmed eyes slowly
Quarter,
Searching
The flock below,
Deigning to encompass
In my keen sight
The straggler,
The weakling,
The fool.
I will cull you from your kind;
It is a kindness when weighed
In the balance
Set upon the great Axis of Life.
The hot yellow sunlight beats directly,
Linear,
The light and I are one.
I am the striking beam that
Obscures the swift demise.
A sudden ecstasy!
I stoop!
And pierce the sky like an arrow
Loosed
From out the golden sun.
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