The vultures

Hooded vulture (necrosyrtes monachus).

I don’t usually try to explain my poetry but here I’ll say this poem has nothing to do with vultures but has a lot to do with vultures.

 

The vultures descend

This one is ready meat, they say to one another

The girl pretends she’s dead

They poke her head eager to feast on her brains

But it’s turtle shell hiding arrows, mazes and puzzles

Their beaks crack and two leave

The one that stays strikes raising much dust

The girl rises, clears the dust and heads home.

 


 

Hooded Vulture (Necrosyrtes monachus)

 

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2 Responses to The vultures

  1. Midi October 21, 2011 at 5:45 pm #

    I think you know this vulture above. You were there when she tried to f… with me. The boys know her as my villain, esp after reading the memoir bit i thought i’d run here but plan for another time.

  2. TJH October 21, 2011 at 3:08 pm #

    In reply, of sorts, a previous poem of yours and favorite of mine. From Give Me Room To Move My Feet.

    When We Fall

    Today
    I skinned a vulture
    And divided the meat
    Among us.

    Mother
    Refused her share.
    Do you know what vultures feed on?
    On us, I said.

    We are food
    For vultures hoovering
    Ready to swoop
    When we fall.

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