an avian religion

my radio easily eulogises 

the faith of bees

                          their ranks

                          duties

                          sweet salaries

commended by tax payers

but who will tell me

about the religion

of an eagle

a house sparrow

a shunned gull

and a free bird

they too have perfect orders

I have seen them 

decide to soar

without queen or

commandment

droning on and on

and they are never exploited 

                     never scraped 

                     never

never for their saccharine toil in their billions

in their billions year after year after

year after year after 

summer after year

forced to procreate competitively

or be decapitated eventually

by women

I shall found an avian religion 

between wings

all doing

free

and we will only mate by evensong 

intercostal

primangelical 

welkin

free