The Eagle At The Foot Of My Coffin Poem by Saul McCandless

Pray, large bird of prey
What are you doing here today?
Have you come to closet my rhyme
The path of the crow or the longest way

I can see no cure prevention
Sick armour lies to cease detention
If not for I and not for you
What would they say, this day and do?

Hop to the ground, make not a mark
For the feline company will start to bark!
Find open ways, to lead you home
I need not another, weight, upon this stone