Wednesday, October 12, 2011

VULTURES



Oh the perching, waiting harbingers of death and decay.
Why do they wait behind me?
Unobtrusive and unyielding
A contradiction
Who eats the carrion eater?
Who buries the mortician?
Who will pray for the priest?
Who will revel in the senseless?
What of the observer?
Who watches?

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