Alison Hodges Poet Free verse

Scavengers

I’ve developed a deep respect for scavengers.
They ravenously attack that which most would disdain;

The impure,
        the contaminated,
                         the defiled,
the rotting flesh gorged with maggots.

Furiously devouring the putrid flesh of the no-longer-living,
inhaling its essence.

They voraciously consume what others abhor,
taking it in with a fervor, a passion,
allowing their body to perform its natural process.

Turning rot into life.
Taking those sacred nutrients, missing from the board of kings,
and churning it into the milk of gods

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Lindsay Laurie February 12, 2020 at 4:37 PM Hello Alison … it's almost impossible to imagine what the world would be like without scavengers until they are absent. They are reviled upon but without them survival for many species would not be possible - thanks for your thoughtful verse Alison - Lindsay Alison Hodges February 12, 2020 at 5:00 PM Thank You!.... for me the scavenger is an outward reflection of Those of us with abuse in our past go through in the healing process...taking the violence and processing it to give birth to our new self … stronger and better for the experience.