Eagle Looks From Rocks

Eagle stops atop
great white piles of rocks,
looks with liquid eyes
at waste of new sky spread
blue with blood red,
remembers night,
remembers snake,
remembers screams of trucks
and smoke.
He sees with us, into sun,
with naked instruments of eyes,
open mouths of eyes,
lips of eyelids,
eggs of inwit.
Now spreadlegged eagle
shrieks and drops,
wind slips feathers,
Snatch lizard, still
slick from moon sky,
eat head, soar,
we stray,
that sun,
it waits for me!

Thanks for checking out my poem.

Did I tell you I wrote a novel? You can also donate some of your hard-earned dollars down below—that’s money to me, for free!


Gabriel Muoio




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