'Birds of an Iron Feather'
by
Marlene von Lintzer and Curtis Perry
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The city winding, hiding greenish
He's lone and rough in denim blue
Mean and thin with sudden lacking
She's wind-stained, fallen, seeing through
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Meandering round the smooth stone poles
Remembrance of the stormy nights
The biplane stalled as if on strings
Escape became the least of plights
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The bassist sailing piano's wire
And suddenness of long ago
Atlantic flights or record breakers
They blink in awe yet in Morse code
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I swept the bloods of Red Baron
I saw the struggle at the shore
Of the lighthouse; yet be now
The flashlight up the corridor
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And couples finding under wings
The metal touch, which once they had
A drunken man is red-eyed, weeping
Above lined ghosts of couriers past
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Veteran lovers, gripping talons
The glaze of air, breathless their face
The dogfight now includes the bitch
Museum of relentless chase
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And best the beast lies dead at center
The bulls' eye target at their touch
The shrapnel falling; heavy vodka
The past could always say as much
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They mate beneath their child's wing
The risk like launches off a jetty
Exchanging pasts with but the slide
Of bloody lock, twisted the key
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Oh dear, my ace, the time is drawn
An azure hue, a lamplight comes
"It's been too long!" secures the guard
"And now the vultures end their run!"