When the Eagle Speaks, the World really does Listen!

I’ll soothe.

Too late, Eagle! You’ve already shed your colicky molt.
We’ve seen your toxic skin.
We’ve heard your electronic cackles
from the roost of your newsroom.



I’ll delve.

Too late, Eagle! You’ve already
flown over us
dropping your dreams of a unilateral Camelot
on our husbands,
on our wives,
on our children.

I’ll have my way.

Will you
have your way
or
Will your way
have you, Eagle?

I’ll altercate.

We know!

We’ll goad…

… and you
will delve…

into the sour pool
of our territorial yogurt!

Bring a spoon the size of Colorado!
Remember to stir the
fruit of your labor
from the very bottom!

When the flavor of our dead satisfies,
when the texture of your dead soothes,

when that damaged hour arrives...

...we will all
have
fed
on the
slops of our way.


when that frightful hour arrives...

... we will both
lift our snouts up
from our
trough

...and dare to call
each other
Swine!