The Great BirdThere is a fat, balding Eagle,corpulent and starving, bloated and hungryIts feathered skin is stretched tautstraining, heaving to contain its bulkIll and weary, dyspeptic and paranoidit plunges ever downward, falling toward ruinIts drone eyes turned ever outwardthough its vision is blurredIts talons ever graspingat ghosts in the smokeImperium! Imperium! From sea to shining sea!Its imperative is to rule, for the good of allcommanding a murder of black hawksand a colony of thunderbirdsThough it nests on EarthIt presumes to rule the heavens
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