Thursday, February 25, 2016

Hawk Against The Sky

by Ed Hack

The circling, minute adjustments of
its telltale wings, its ancient circuitry,
black diamond of its brain. Who speaks of love
but all the while neglects the hawk is free
to babble on unmoored from fact, that black
shape circling now. So much summed up in names--
a plunderer, a rapist too, and rapt
in holy light. The hawk's beyond all shame,
like God who breaks us into faith. Against
the gray or sun-dazed light raw hunger guides
its circling flight, impeccable and cleansed,
angelic wings' dark silence as it glides.
Whatever else sky is, it's home to hawks--
implacable and circling, their force.

1 comment:

  1. These are some of my favorite lines, Ed, probably no surprise to you:
    the hawk's beyond all shame,
    like God who breaks us into faith. Against
    the gray or sun-dazed light raw hunger guides
    its circling flight, impeccable and cleansed,
    angelic wings' dark silence as it glides.

    I really like the contrast between the words and phrases "shame," "God who breaks us into faith" and "raw hunger" with the more delicate "cleansed" and "angelic wings.'" I think of the phoenix.

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