Turning

The birds are wheeling and turning for you
Conspiring to center into you - you at the center of the circle
In the image, the jets wheel inward on a circle to you
They fight for you, the men obey your commands

Troopers converge on a target, in a spiral
You move in with them to make a kill
Seeing the flames silhouette a running man
And knowing that all of this vast galactic turning

Is for you, in you, and at your command
You close your fist with the lust of mastery
Then open it to release the dove of a new world