Sunday, April 2, 2023

Scavengers

messages in tar
bubbling up bones 
veins of black matter

greed circling 
waiting to swoop down 
on carrion failure 

round and round 
stinking swollen in the sun
bounty bursts forth

tearing through flesh
the veins the ocular pit 
filled with richness 

used in death 
poisons the ground

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