When the Sun is Highest

The eagle comes again today,
When the sun is highest in the sky.
Beads of sweat roll down my face,
Stinging my immortal eyes.

Every time I hear his piercing screech, he spreads his deadly talons wide,
I think about my one mistake,
That makes him attack my side.
I blessed them with this gift & immediately they abused it.
From cooking food to killing each other;
I regret it all.

I should’ve left them in the dark, the only fire they need is from the Sun.
It’s too late now; I’ve made my mistake,
What’s done is done.

I wince in pain, the eagle gives no mercy.
I continue to regret my decision.
I close my eyes as I listen to the tearing of my flesh,
I hear the bellow of flames in the earth below me,
I hear the screams of man below.

They kill themselves.

I open my eyes,
and watch the eagle's proud plumage
carry him to the horizon with my liver.
I see my blood gushing,
a rushing crimson river

It slows to a trickle & my wound heals.
I take a deep breath as I wait for the sun
& the eagle’s terrorizing squeals.