Hawks that Cut the Summer Sky to Night

(Catena Rondo)  

The hawks that cut the summer Sky to Night  
In rakes of claws and tease of subtle flesh  
That leave our spills in pearls of Moon’s refresh  
The hawks that cut the summer Sky to Night.  
 
In rakes of claws and tease of subtle flesh  
That drive to gain the space of cloven home  
Those tastes of metal fruit and chloride chrome  
In rakes of claws and tease of subtle flesh.  
 
That drive to gain the space of cloven home  
The thrust that seeks to sound the churning deep  
The catch that echoes sounds of moans and seep  
That drive to gain the space of cloven home.  
 
The thrust that seeks to sound the churning deep  
In cries that rise in strength of coming end  
A Death that wails us both petite pretend    
The thrust that seeks to sound the churning deep.  
 
In cries that rise in strength of coming end  
The raptors’ fight that begs our fitful flows  
That streak and stain the Earth of hard turned rows  
In cries that rise in strength of coming end.  
 
The raptors' fight that begs our fitful flows,
The hawks that cut the summer Sky to Night,
To revel of those fitful flows delight,
The raptor's fight that begs our fitful flows.
 
The hawks that cut the summer Sky to Night  
In rakes of claws and tease of subtle flesh  
That leave our spills in pearls of Moon’s refresh  
The hawks that cut the summer Sky to Night.  
 
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