The Carrion On the Vulture of Poetry (Part 2)
The vulture soaring high in awe
Creates her spine to prepare the fall
As though a bullet from the gun of HIS hand
She flies down to the Carrion of grand
The poets now flee as she sets sight
They run and scatter from her diving bite
She sees the weak and focuses in
Her beak enters first, on the "poets" with sin
The "poets" rely on her constant cry
For help from above as more come to fly
One after one they enter the chest
Of poetrys carrion they endulge in the best
The ink from the soul of poetry bleed through
On the face of her cleaner as she stares at you
With those eyes so black they could eat the light
From the page and the sage of your poetrys dear fright
As she sees her baits killer staring in awe
She realizes her job is not done at all
The "poets" she admires with her beak draped in blood
Are the fools that allowed this to happen with no judge
She removes her beak and see herself
In the reflection cast upon the "poets" true shelf
It is her that she sees as her eyes focus in
Convergant Evolution is the answer from HIM
As she raises her wings high and lifts her soul
She is now "poetry" as she did engulf
The thoughts of man as she flys away
She does carry them high from the "poets" true play
"You are now scavengers like I was once"
She replies to the fools on the ground in dunce
"You will now kill yourself for the one is in me"
True scavenger are yourself as you peck each others feet
"Poets" I laugh for you killed your own
"Poets" I cry for the future in a drone
"Poets" I am angry for there will be no more
"Poets" kill yourself and your carrion will be slow
Copyright © Penn Kname | Year Posted 2007
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