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