The Vultures
How anger steams the desert sand;
Dead bodies sprawled about the land,
Beaks tear while cacti grimly stand.
Among the dead he is alive;
Devouring one-two-three-four-five,
Another fall - ten more arrive
October 2, 2014
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014
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