f I could fly Ascendent circling thermals Spattered ash on God's blue palette Perhaps you'd shudder As my shadow passes Spectred tingles scurrying beneath your skin Like mice before the combine My soaring sight unfocused on the chaff Or the burning curve of the earth I'm only fashioned for the passing Gliding in on the last breath Life ebbs And I'm scrabbling for sustenance In the dirt A mongrel bird Insatiable for the taste of decay Raucous opportunist Crack the bones of broken dreams The marrow of life a dry memory I am built to consume Your castaway flesh As you slip from death to life I begin and end with eyes wide open Transient purpose served This side of Heaven You won't find me aloft In empty skies When death passes Into life TL Boehm 031809