They will glide around the world and eventually
all die, it’s only a matter of the eagles and what I am
and also you are.
Time and I will still be here, along with you.
The other angels watching whoever comes next
will admire how well we fly
in the wasteland they leave behind.
And eventually I will succumb but before
I will stand, my fierce eyes steelier than yours and theirs,
leaving heaven and flying silent forever, watching the world
crawl with the eagles who
bellow, un-winged, as I, you, wait for
the end.
