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Two Eagles

Member since 2002 · Posted 14 Jul 2002 · 6 comments

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

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[8] horus8 14-Jul-02/6:41 PM Reply

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

[n/a] Frass 15-Jul-02/8:35 AM Reply

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.

[n/a] razorgrin 15-Jul-02/11:51 AM Reply

nice.

[7] <~> 7-Aug-02/9:09 PM Reply

the sounds these words make are lovely. the glint of the sun blinds me.

[7] Tarquin De La Bog 19-Aug-02/2:52 PM Reply

Nicely done. 7. 'Keybored' is a great line. Some lovely imagery.

[7] Christof 27-Aug-02/7:48 AM Reply

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.