To Clarify the Stations of the Night – Sonnet Sixty-Six

To clarify the stations of the night,
That speak in verbs, in quasi silver stars.  
Where eagles seek in aeries’ craggy heights
The place sequestered from their bloodied bars.
 
The midnight fields that glow to blue, not black.
For black pursued will surely only find
That blue will level six into the back.
In black, the darker midnight blood defines.
 
How callous we, who now conserve the plots
Where eagles never soar and shine in black.
Their statues’ stand in shrouds for dead white blots
Who never stood to nature’s truth react:
 
We should recall, though eagles make their kills,
Dark flights from dying eagles take their fill.