swooping vultures

surrounding failures

like swooping vultures

scan the landscape, all the world

around them, for

individuals who are

fighting, struggling, trying to

make a name for themselves,

in order to

hope for their failure,

hope with squinted “praying” eyes

that their imaginary friend in the sky

of choice,

will come & commit atrocities against

those of us who just try to

make it.

 

in a room alone with one or more,

one can feel the eyes peering,

they trace the body, they scan the person

for any way in which to identify a

weakness in their personal goals,

a moment of naïveté in the process of

life &

these swooping vultures gather,

they smack their lips & wait

for the time you might fall,

the time when all that they dislike about

you, in their eyes, will become

manifested in your own

demise.

 

lucky are we that they die too,

lucky that the jealousy that they emanate

corrupts & destroys their core,

lucky that they hide themselves so

transparently & that one can lookout for

others in order to protect the ambition,

that one can work against the

irreparable harm attempted

with hands locked together,

with fists in the air.