the vulture flies
above my head
it’s shadow
a reflection of happiness
in the less than
stellar residuals
of blank horror.

pick my carcass
you brazen bastard
just know
i know
you are the epitomy
of dream

3 thoughts on “vulture

  1. 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.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s