the vulture flies
lazily
above my head
it’s shadow
a reflection of happiness
in the less than
stellar residuals
of blank horror.
come
pick my carcass
clean
you brazen bastard
just know
i know
you are the epitomy
of dream
the vulture flies
lazily
above my head
it’s shadow
a reflection of happiness
in the less than
stellar residuals
of blank horror.
come
pick my carcass
clean
you brazen bastard
just know
i know
you are the epitomy
of dream
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Interesting and well done. I like the format balance, too. It suits the poem well. The “vulture” could be so many things. When I glimpsed the first line I immediately thought of the refrain from the song “The Vultures Fly High” by Renaissance.
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Never heard it. Will rectify that now
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They’re a prog rock band, probably a bit before your time. 🙂
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