all abject in corned quartet

We were so lovely then

all abject like a

force of morning light

And eagles are so

far up they vanish

in and out of cloudy

sight and you abject do not

hear the cheering teams

of surrendered fools

gold sparkles

on the surface gravel

Iron pyrite eyes look up

glazed with an eon of running

water over them:

subject.. yet watchful

We were so lovely then

all abject…a force

of morning light.

Timothy Shay 10.III.08