Transfiguration
the vultures circle overhead as we burn
awaiting with stoic patience their turn
to feed off residue we need no more
which will soon be washed ashore
thus in the natural order of things
the caterpillar having grown wings
looks not back at the dead chrysalis
for it now sips heavenly nectar of bliss
09-May-2023
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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