Oiseaux de Proie

Ethereal bodies
Clad in serpentine
Carried by hands
With sharp claws
Monsters hunting, filled
With primal rage
Lined up at the feet
Of trees that breathe
Wounded earth
Sick in its core
Growling and spilling
Its volcanic breath
Birds of prey
In an army of child-beasts
Who are preparing to avenge
Their dying mother