Vertigo Vultures

Vertigo Vultures Standing on a lone wire, a row of cloned troopers watching waiting waiting for the natural occurrence the Dance of Decay rotting away horror show instead of popcorn grizzly intestines leads a trail of Vertigo Vultures to swoop down upon sailing black wings a pack of grim messengers bearing a grim message a symphony that ends all other notes fleeting and fluttering down down down down feasting, gorging upon the inner soul, innards squinting eyes, suspicious of one another. Picking apart the meat until instead of pink and red, there is a white bone, bleached in the bright sunlight A black cloud shatters and dissipates, a black eye exploding going this way and that as separate entities. A assembly replaced by a mechanical monstrosity invading the road disrupting all thing on a dust covered road Vertigo Vultures sitting in a row watching waiting waiting for their land to return to normal