A Vultures Homily

I am vulture My soul case may be repugnant, However, I have every sawbones decimal On my speed dial Before any croacker decrees justice On a soul case, They confer with me My logbook contains a docket Of every Golgotha and slaughterhouse on the planet I am on first name basis With every casket maker, mortuary Steward and proprietor I am the fiend no soul case wants to see, Hear or dream about My name send's shivers down the spine of mortals I am a friend in need and indeed; I am the curator in every country Where war and conflict thrive No one thinks of me And no one want's me as a pet I am the dark one; the dark continent I am vulture, the patient one