"Carrion"

About....birds of prey.

 Vulture's thirst,
  rapier vision.
 Grace reversed,
  inquisition.
 Stoic mass,
  contemplating.
 Upper class,
  salivating.

 Lumbering
  interruption.
 Numbering
  deconstruction.
 Poisoned weather,
  breath is tiring.
 Clung together,
  mute inquiring.

 In formation,
  hunger blinds.
 Sweet oblation,
  blood is wine.
 Helpless screams,
  rendered faint.
 Crimson dreams,
  splattered paint.

 Jealous treasure,
  wounded beast.
 Sate your pleasure,
  in the feast.

 We won't pardon,
  those who transgress,
 God's special wardens,
  when they won't confess.
 
 So; can we the guilty,
  in His Court today,
  deny we're as filthy,
  as dark birds of prey?


*"There is no prisoner more incarcerated, than he who will not forgive..."
* MASQUED_MUSE
 

Author's Note

DO WHAT YE WILL.

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

This is graceful. By that I mean it flows with grace and really invokes ones deep thoughts.

[Chris]

Don't we always?

A nice bit of ruffled glances coming your way? Its a dark poem but a valid one and view. How are you doing Carol?