THE EAGLE STILL SOARS........

The eagle still soars in the summit of heaven

And watches the earth in descent

And we pay, as interest, day by day our lives

For the time death has to us lent

We replayed the thoughts of Mr. Eliot

And the verses of Lorca and Pound

Will our ruminations be thus honoured

Or dark silence devour our sound

And no finger press down on no button

No new eagle then tend to soar

And the earth then be tossed, on galactic waves

To a distant and lack-lustre shore

The eagle still soars in the summit of heaven

But now everywhere sees the debris of dreams

For our freedom's constraints have moved in on us now

On our thoughts and our bodies and voice

We are free, we can choose, but the question remains

It's not we that present us the choice

The avenue of eternal hope is lined

With tear-stained faces,

Hair on end

And horror at the nightmare

That freedom became

While the dream to be free

To be you, to be me

To be different, or same, to rhetoric confined.

The eagle still soars in the summit of heaven

Wondering who got away, and who did not

And who it was that suffered more

The rise of mankind's sword

Alexander, triumphant, arm aloft

Or the silent Gordian knot.