Committee of Vultures

Committee of Vultures There they sit squabbling Up in a tree or on the ground Waiting greedily for the next carcass Laughing, they don’t care how it got dead Always waiting to rip to shreds Pushing and shoving to be the first They yearn for blood but it's rotting flesh They will pick and pick, till the bones are bare Their sharp beaks, squawk who’s best They preen their feathers ever so proud The putrid stench still sticks to their feathers In their committee they huddle, another to devour