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Jan 2016
vultures feast on
carrion carcasses
gore crows gather in
black blotches overhead
clouds of soot
a conspiracy of ravens
happily gawking
flapping avidly
before diving down
to rip apart
putrid flesh
hanging sloppily
from bloodied beaks

the dead feed
on the dead
"I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm."
- FDR
Pearson Bolt
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