The Moya View

Flying into the Demilitarized Zone

The eagle

brushstroked black

talons to beak

broke red blue 

in the white sky

tiny scarlet prey

fought and died

in once soft grasp

matron touch

a child freely

loved plumped fed and feathered

in aerie

tall safe high from

screech and whoop

the drop to the

loops of barbed wire below





One response to “Flying into the Demilitarized Zone”

  1. carolineshank Avatar

    I like this a lot. It reads very well with a rush to the end.

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