The Vulture's Song

The Vulture’s Song

 

Roses of Elysian climes

pink, red and white for you.

Now I walk (though mostly wander and pine…)

you-still walking through fields of Yew

 

I gave you Stovers and presents wrapped in string

Though you, your cold baby blues, cast them aside

chanting notes of mockery

yet my heart amplifies

I croon for you (though I’m mostly out of breathe)

“the vultures will surely come…”,

a fleeting life, though oh beautiful death,

overhead vultures fly rendering me deaf and dumb

 

the blue twilight quickens-steady, swift,

The third hour fades now out of stride,

beside me there’s a carcass bleeding stiff

ravaging over repasts with you; in my loneliness abiding

 

Yet you have the gall to ask, “ why such anger toward me?”

Nothing is my response for nothing is what you gave

(the earth’s axis turns swift and free.)

I look to Him who gives me breathe as you take it away…

 

These lines I write to you (oh that they be carved in stone!)

For you who wrote me naught

broken-hearted and beleaguered I fall before His throne

severed from the ballerina which I sought.

Reviews

[Raya Avans]

This is both beautiful and tragic, well written my friend.. and very much enjoyed.

~ rae