Aloof within the day's enormous dome,
He holds unshared the silence of the sky.
Far down his bleak, relentless eyes descry
The eagle's empire and the falcon's home—
Far down, the galleons of sunset roam;
His hazards on the sea of morning lie;
Serene, he bears the broken tempest sigh
Where cold sierras gleam like scattered foam.
And least of all he holds the human swarm—
Unwitting now that envious men prepare
To make their dream and its fulfillment one,
When, poised above the caldrons of the storm,
Their hearts, contemptuous of death, shall dare
His roads between the thunder and the sun.
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Masterful. The vulture has fun with those that dare to enter his territory. I feel the flight pattern of the vulture and observe want he sees as it surveys his territory (the awareness of the falcon/eagle, the cold sierras and the sea). The term "aloof" charges this sonnet with a sense of nobility and singleness of purpose. The vulture "looks down its beak", which gives a visual sense of snobbery. There are many other terms that convey pride, assureness and control.
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