The Condor

Marvelous to see a condor soar unlike the ghoul when landed and picking -- master of thermals! dark lord of demise -- which makes me more profoundly consider his tearing beak, and vacant, soulless eyes imagining now, a higher purpose, loftier reason for his seeming casual glides -- dripping red, making bleeding sunsets~ exposing man's many elevated truths (righteousness we use to impale one another) as splatters of bloody lies --