Chapter 7
poem number seven of thirty american poems by various the eagle that is forgotten by nicholas fachel lindsay this little box recording is in the public domain reading by matt perrard the eagle that is forgotten sleep softly eagle forgotten under the stone time has its way with you there and the play has its own we have buried him now thought her foes and in secret rejoiced they made a brave show of their mourning their hatred unvoiced they had snarled at you barked at you foamed at you day after day now you were ended they praised you and laid you away the others that mourned you in silence and terror and truth the widow bereft of her crust and the boy without youth the mocked and the scorned and the wounded the lame and the poor that should have remembered for ever remember no more where are those lovers of yours on what name do they call the lost that in armies wept over your funeral pall they call on the names of a hundred high valiant ones a hundred white eagles have risen the sons of your sons
the zeal in their wings is a zeal that your dreaming began the valour that wore out your soul in the service of man sleep softly eagle forgotten under the stone time has its way with you there and the clay has its own sleep on o brave-hearted o wise man that kindled the flame to live in mankind is far more than to live in a name to live in mankind far far more than to live in a name end of poem this recording is in the public domain
