The old nest is burned.
The bald eagles--the old sun god--are rendered nestless.
The sun itself has scorched their lair.
See them jumping into the ai-r,
no-where to go.
The bald eagles--all of them--are nestless,
restless.
Their dirty lair lays waste,
useless.
The one sun god knocks his head
against the old burning wing of another like himself,
and tumbles down, dead.
The kings of prey are done their preying.
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