a 12 minute doodle inspired, but very much not mimicking, polish early 20th century futurism

THE FALCON

i gaze upward, something moves, something has caught my attention;
and what is it, if not a vague stab i feel
   in my appendix
 as i watch some falcon soar, descend...
   yes, because it descends not to catch a prey
   but it does so only
       to rest tiredly on some ocean-rock
    after another weak and useless hunt!

 i should admire its magnificence
     yes, i should,
  but, as the falcon has not a prey firm in its beak;
  no small rodent and no gasping fish;
  so have i
    nothing
      but the air of modernity
        lodged steadfast
            in the grip of my bosom.

         and what, exactly, is that to admire?