I, Suspended Poem by Saul McCandless

I, eye above
Won’t stare without gloves
At your tender gendered features

I, a hawk and owl
Aids to frown my justice
Will have what we seek

I, come forth
A shadow in your hair
Admiring from the rooftops

I, can’t come down
Will not suffice,
Requiring nourishment presently

I, quelled in heaven itself
Seek you and others too
For reason must be done

As I bid my bid
To change the paths taken
By the evil and the wrong.