XIV: Turkey Vultures#
the wakes of Turkey Vultures soar
then perch across the steepled sky.
they rest on totems tall and pure,
in silence feathers multiply.
their talons clutch where crosses meet
the stolen spear of destined make.
no heaven sent their wings of fleet,
no stomach filled will hunger slake.
the shapes of black in swarming plunged
upon the carcass freshly brought.
they feast on sins from gods expunged,
but left for them as afterthought.
bewitched to death, returned to Earth,
from cage released, the specters hunt
the ones who wear the curse of birth,
they all must bear the brutal brunt.
April 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
April 27, 2025 |
Frontier Poetry |
Pending |
June 22, 2025 |
Backbone Mountain Review |
Pending |