Oct 2016
Upon dead limb the
the vultures sit.
Waiting the wolf
his fill.
Necks twisted,
Wings flattened,
Ready to clean
the bones.
the vultures sit.
Waiting the wolf
his fill.
Necks twisted,
Wings flattened,
Ready to clean
the bones.
Written by
Todd Franklin Milstead
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