Tag Archives: death

The Vultures

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The vultures of the family
Take their pickings
While the widow
Stands alone
without her shadow.
He will not follow her
For one last tomorrow.

The vultures pick his bones
Neath the gravestones where he was laid
After respects had been paid
And sympathy displayed.
They all mourned the loss
But the widow bore the cross.
Only death can lighten the burden
From the shoulders of this woman.

The vultures will come again
Without regret or shame.
To rape her money and her home
As if she’d never been known.
One thing they forgot to learn
Sooner or later will come their turn.
Stranger, brother, sister, friend.
The vulture cycle can never end.

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Presence

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Here I lie
In my hospital
bed.
I feel their presence
They touch my
head.
Tubes enter my
body,
Nutrients keep me
fed.
They’re talking
together
I hear what’s
said
Please wait a while
longer,
I’m not yet
dead.