Dissolving Nut Load

I watched a turkey vulture today

working on an unlucky squirrel on

the road that bisects the ravine,

turkey vultures are ugly animals they

hunch within their shoulders but

squirrels are light and gray tapping

like my fingers on these keys until

the tire takes them down;

The turkey vulture is precise in his

machinations, he knows his meal he

goes straight through the soft fur to

the heart and gulps, hunched

within his shoulders, swallows,

turning his ugly red face to the sky

in thanks, before dipping again

into the guts, leaving the bowels

with their heavy dissolving nut load to rot on

asphalt beneath a twisting sun;

So I guess there’s no point

in writing poems about

love anymore.