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Two Eagles (Free verse) by Frass

The window washers look in at me swarthy brown skin sweating Aztec twins, conquistador progeny Cool Within I tap Keybored Four floors up they spin Their eyes flashing, obsidian knives They have received little training for such stunts Four centuries from a noble past Extinguished Like eagles with snakes dangling in their grasps The braided cable, glinting, slides past Rattling in ascension towards the sun

Frass 15-Jul-02/8:35 AM
Firstly, thank you. I'm not sure which ancient event you're referring to; I was thinking more of meso-American, pre-European cultures. Thanks again for your comments.




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