Swooping Vultures

surrounding failures like swooping vultures scan the landscape, all the world around them, for individuals who are fighting, struggling, trying to make a name for themselves, in order to hope for their failure, hope with squinted “praying” eyes that their imaginary friend in the sky of choice, will come & commit atrocities against those of us who just try to make it. in a room alone with one or more, one can feel the eyes peering, they trace the body, they scan the person for any way in which to identify a weakness in their personal goals, a moment of naïveté in the process of life & these swooping vultures gather, they smack their lips & wait for the time you might fall, the time when all that they dislike about you, in their eyes, will become manifested in your own demise. lucky are we that they die too, lucky that the jealousy that they emanate corrupts & destroys their core, lucky that they hide themselves so transparently & that one can lookout for others in order to protect the ambition, that one can work against the irreparable harm attempted with hands locked together, with fists in the air.