Granite/ hawks by Daniel Williams

Whatever this is
It certainly won’t fade
As a meteor death unless
With comet purpose it explodes
Itself into granite rap below

Perhaps this stone is frozen flight
Metallic as a thousand hawks their
Power poised and balanced
circling eternal in ice-gouged rock

Easy enough as crystalline cage terminus
Through which a smashing bird
Might join the flight of its brothers

Easy enough as wing slices air

Wafting these walls above the plane
Such simple grace within their bonds
Forgetting all they knew of pain
Carrying earth through heaven