The Vulture

Fear them, The flying foes, The whirling vulgar overture, The circling culture vulture.

A preying so primal, A laying so un-final, A death, And a life,

And a continuation, A concealed causation, A stifle, A cycle,

A vulture, courteous in timing of bloody dismemberment, Not a killer, just dealing with dirtiness from former destructive temperament, Never really stopping, whatever the protesting, Never requesting, never suggesting; oh, the mental testing!

Never truly cruel in its survival, A pillar of a cycle, a distiller of an inevitable arrival, A victim, A goodness within,

A kindness, A blindness, A seeing, A feeling, And a bias that guides, A creature that dies.

The vultures did nothing, The culture killers did everything, The berated bird's labored breath, Fear what brings death.