Vulture
Thousands of ants move in a line
like they're driving on a two lane highway
A vulture stares into the distance
while its talons clutch dead remains
It pecks here and there
the carcass jerks
The animal may still have life
The vulture does not care
Shadows dance across the ground
More vultures are on their way
As they land they scan the area
They are not worried about feelings
They peck
and peck
The animal is beyond dead
yet the vultures cackles grow louder
They have taken all the life from that animal
and still they want more.
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