Like the Red Hawk that comes down for water
Amused or bamboozled by yesterday’s martyr
Who stood firm and watched as the world fell crashing
To men who trade happiness, hopeless and counting.
Oh Red Hawk soar high over this infinite marble
Did you see when they auctioned your hopes of survival
For a shorter commute, a new flavor of ice cream?
A drop in the pan to this nightmare so frightening.
So Red Hawk on high with your fierce, focused gaze,
Will you pack up and move north, a yet cooler place
or do you suffer in silence a relic of sorts
Who gained your religion at the end of the earth?
Hemlocked Heart 
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