I've been cranking out random poetry lately. Here are two of them:
Vultures
The vultures circle
eyes cast downward,
pacing steps metered
with the frantic pulse
of the dying
The vultures circle
Flesh talons gripping
red ice boxes, fiercely,
and gleaming knives
with ferocious delicacy
The vultures circle
in sweaty scrubs
and dirty booties
smiles hidden
by sterile masks
and blue headdresses
The vultures circle
pacing, still, until
with a swipe of the pen
and a swipe of the knife
they take one fading death
to prevent another.
Betrayal
My breath stops
and my knees weaken, again,
as my heart, quivering, lifts
away from my body
my vision blurs
and muscles shake
as I hasten to write these words
before
my eyes, unbidden,
rise to yours,
again.
New Story Live At Farrago's Wainscot
9 years ago
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