No matter how many statues of Clint Eastwood, Bill Gates,
Hugh Hefner, and Mike Tyson I destroy they keep rebuilding them.
I’m climbing up a wooden watch tower approximately
60 ft tall settled on rolling grassy hills.
All around I can see
the fortresses that different men and women built. Some
more glamorous than others.
Ranging from sandstone to marble.
Many spend a lot of time painting, polishing, reinforcing
their walls, while neglecting what’s inside.
Whenever the ruler is conquered by invading forces,
the enemy always comes from
where they least expect:
Intermittently, a giant brown eagle with a golden beak
comes to take away a male or female of any age
in a wire cage.
A tribute so this beautiful and wealthy society can survive.