The Heart of the Hawk

Clawing for time to tell, and the wings of the dawn come to dwell

For the breath of the night, the flight of the kite in my heart the hawk falls to hell

For the death of the prey, lay flat on the ground, suffering and squirming it cries

It lies in the dust of the valleys amongst, the hilltops calling your name

The goldenrod of the eye of the hollow, in the hunt of doom of tomorrow

The blood of the rat, the plunge of the rabbit, be with us until we remain