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.
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