Bird Bath

They circled in...
Vultures. Three of them till six, seven... eight fists hammered my chests and ears
and bones into the sidewalk. Feathers of innocence burst into the air and landed like stones.
And they cackled and barked and continued to beat, ripping any chance of flight off my back
As I pleaded -- just as my father told me not to.
I blacked out when my teeth shattered into my gums and discovered it was possible to drown
In a city miles from water and centuries deep in exhaustion.
I excepted the black moons of dirt and blood under my nails
and the flood in my deflating lungs as being it. This is it.

Reviews

[crystallized illusions]

This is actually really disturbing, but that's what makes it so exquisite. Very well done!

[Steven Cash]

Excellent

[John Phoenix Hutchinson..]

It is this emotive. Excellent

[TheAdamBryant]

This is it .... a great poem