Falcons suspend the earth under them,
Fettering the ground to their sight. What will become
Of it all when they're gone? Their hunger done, each bond
Riveted on their flight bites the dust.
The downturned
Edges of the world explode the skyline's authority.
Some steady impulse to break from shame
Cannons a tramp into a tower - heroism and pity
Spent in the heathen emptiness of space. And now atom
After atom turn from their private kisses to fade alone.
And we lovers lie, fresh to the approaching
end, the one
Thrust up inside the other as if to counterweigh
Some weakness. We'll not come undone.
Eternal, perfectly falling, held fast to by the falcon.