Sunset Feast

If you look up, busy vultures carve a dizzy hole in the heavens. Feverish sky dancers honoring the soon departed. Just above eye level, iridescent flies do likewise. Theirs is a less patient maelstrom buzzing about corpses like last night’s news. In the golden west, a coyote catches the scent, lightly seasoned with sage. Others hungrily echo his refrain. The stealthy fox approaches, but you don’t know about that. The ants throw a parade at your feet one by one they march a string of rubies to adorn the deceased. The desert will eat well tonight, it seems a sunset feast of sorts. The legless diamond back kicked things off. That snake. It knew it couldn’t eat you, but wanted a taste.