I’ve seen the wandering eyes of those 

laced hand-in-hand with their betrothed lovers 

Like dogs sniffing out freshly slain kill

with mouths already full of precious, unadulterated flesh

 

Taken for granted and tossed aside 

Bereft of trust and bonds both spoken and silenced

A pair of beguiled watchtowers 

scanning foreign grounds soiled with opportunistic frivolity; 

these are the faculties of men 

 

I am bound to the rock by invisible chains

hammered from false promises and complacency 

A part of me is scraped out and carelessly thrown 

to someone younger and sweeter and better than me

Somehow I continue to regenerate, but I will not forever 

That is a promise

 

The eagle looms, circling in the sky above me

ready to strike at the turn of a head 

Until there’s nothing left 

but hair and teeth