This is a composition of some of my poetry, which is my true artistic passion. I write in free verse and I hope that you enjoy it!
Wednesday, February 10, 2021
The Vulture
Ahead we tread
a year turns
and I scavenge,
I survive.
head pink and shriveled
wrinkled and leathery
shrouded in a gift of
brown or grey or black,
cape or
black feathers
I take death through my nostrils
and blow it out eat it up with
no scent
(I am immune to dead flesh scent and have a weak nose)
I scavenge,
I survive.
No matter the circumstances
or the state of the world
I laugh at a Global Pandemic
nothing can get me through
this tough skin
I have seen death in
so many lifetimes
it is a cyclical cycle
passed down through thousands of generations
people plants animals minerals
the earth and all it’s beauty
purging itself of disease
through disease.
Ahead we tread wary,
hearts broken but I will
always be there with my tar black feathers
and my pink, gray, wrinkled head wise
beyond my years I say I am immune
but I am not immune to fear that eats away
inside me
like nothing else.
It sits right below my diaphragm like a tiny crystal
bead or stone hard shiny clear and refracted sparkling and always embedded
beneath my rib cage.
And as I fly up into the bright blue horizon that chilly,
desert wasteland
I flutter and hover staying between heaven and hell.
Living in a
sort of purgatory
cleaning up messes and sweeping under the rug
Like a garbage
truck Like the
Liver I dispel rot within my industrial gut I eat zombies for
breakfast I chomp bones to white powder in my strong black beak
I cough up bone
dust like cigar smoke
I throw up green poison I am immune to rotting flesh
I devour the end
I unleash a new beginning
I am the Vulture
Ugly,
yet beautiful at the same exact time
Scary and bold,
I go where no bird has ever gone before.
I am not scared of death,
I eat it for breakfast.
I scavenge,
I survive.
Ahead, we tread to a new year
and I know one thing for certain.
I am surrounded by white light.
My family is surrounded by white light.
My friends are surrounded by white light.
I am lucky.
I am grateful.
I am healthy and my family is healthy.
I know one thing for certain;
we will all get through this together.
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