The Eagle

Say never the strong heart In the consuming breath Cries out unto the dark The skinny death. Look! whirring on the rind Of aether a white eagle, Shot out of the mind, The windy apple, burning, Hears no more, past compass In his topless flight, The apple wormed, blown up By shells of light; So, faggot of the heart On the cinder day The woman and the man! David and Sybil say The world has a season Under the world's might: Now in deep autumn- Black apple in the night. Think not the world spins ever (Only the world has a year) Only the gaunt fierce bird Flies, merciless with fear Lest air hold him not, Beats up the scaffold of space Sick of the world's rot- God's hideous face.