Vultures in MourningA Poem by ConstanceHow do we put ourselves above the savage cannibal When we ask to see the will and feel a desire to own The life and livelihood of those whom we shall miss?
How do we sort through eight decades lived and sell The things we don't find of highest value, stash Things we don't really need, back in the closet?
How do we do what we do when they leave us Asking only for just what they may have left us: Vultures, why circle the coming carrion? Oh, greed...
I condemn, and, at least a little, condemn myself.
© 2008 ConstanceAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on July 5, 2008 Last Updated on July 5, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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