Vicar Vulture
Large wings, dark with looming shadows
Casting a gray cloud over the pathway
A red-faced turkey vulture vicar swooping
Smelling the dead flesh swollen,
eaten by worms
Soaring in the sky,
looking to eat its dead prey
Flies swarming above the dead carcass
He swoops by again,
circling, circling
Ready to consume the rotting flesh
A garbage disposer of decomposing souls
Running to see him,
smitten by his power
To catch his view,
taking a mental picture
His wingspan,
large, stately, his face
Red, wrinkled and beaten, bruised
From performing his appropriated task
Cock burs on my path to see him
Dying twigs digging in my skin
Cutting my skin, they sting-burn
The dog making too much noise
Startles him and he flies away
Knowing where the dead flesh is
Walking towards it but keeping distance
To avoid the horrific smell
The smell of death, in the air
Shadows loam again I see him
High in the air, doing his duty
The right of passage, to eat
Devour, cleans the earth of
The unclean flesh
the blue rose
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-22 10:43:38
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