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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
Up the ladder:
regrets
Down the ladder:
Butcher
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Posted: July 14, 2002 5:45 PM PDT; Last modified: July 14, 2002 5:45 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.65 Overall Rank: 2117 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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14-Jul-02/6:41 PM
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The Ancient Atlantian bird snake war 5,000 before the Trojan mixed with a nice slice of a numbing Manhattan office job. I really like this poem.c
nice.
the sounds these words make are lovely. the glint of the sun blinds me.
Nicely done. 7. 'Keybored' is a great line. Some lovely imagery.
This sounds great and I like the cultural history clash - this is an era caught in a moment. I don't like 'Keybored' though - tricksy.
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