February 13, 2017 § 3 Comments
There is an eagle in the back of my throat,
with a wingspan the length of two tall men
and a hooked and unforgiving beak.
Right now, it speaks in raw, red coughs
but very soon
it will rise high up into the sky
where the air is thin
and there are no beaten paths.
It will pause on your shoulders
and then leap with a lurch so great
its talons will tear your suit
and its weight will throw you down.