Scavenging For Bones
A buzzard dancing
in a field,
bone in claw
clicking,
picking further
cannot be real,
in foaming masks
of blood
he basks
A death of beauty
as ether flies,
the buzzards watch
as spirit denies,
a lasting breath
right to last,
and his appetite
grows vast
All to survive
watching
the weak,
awaiting
their date,
death is fleeting but
supper is made,
magnolia leaves
are floating to bay,
this conundrum of dreams
but who’s to say
A Native with
the lancing spear
wreathed in snakes,
bead to eye
now buzzards in
some dinner make,
reflex-ed out
in bone to ground,
oozing to
not breathe a sound,
as death did greet
old friends eyes,
they smiled and said
‘You took awhile’
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