Scrawny necked, ugly birds of death,
feeders on carrion and rotting things.
Somewhere in Nepal,
they leave their dead for you,
on ice-cold mountainsides,
and watch you take the flesh,
the bones,
the heart,
the soul
Heavenward.
***
Today is International Vulture Awareness Day.
6 comments:
Great poem for Vulture Awareness Day! Happy weekend!
Well, that was some turn, Juliet! Happy Vulture Awareness Day. Wonderful header pic. of autumn berries.
Terrific. They are around here - pretty in the sky. Not so much on the ground.
Yes, somewhere in Nepal, a Sky Burial.
Beautiful poem, Juliet.
I wrote a poem, too, for Six Word Friday; the word being Purple.
Come have a look.
How is Mr. Treacle???
Josephine sends him hugs and kisses.
like the twist at the end - we all have our jobs to do!
great poem,xx Rachel
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