Vultures would aim at the passage of children
they’d dive beneath garments and masks and myths
like you, they want truth, in its distant quarry
cut from loose disguise and weak belief
Yet, you are not content in the mind of a miner
to dig like a spear for warmth behind the armor
And when you have found some soft place of pleasure
You cant help but feel you’ve crawled back to the womb
so you won’t swoop down and peck the eyes of new life
for fear that in assuaging your hunger
you’re somehow giving in to the binds
of something unbirthed, primitive, weaker
I just laugh when you ask why
you’re eating scraps that are no more
then what clumsy vultures have dropped in flight
gristle that even the ants ignore
Dec 13, 2011
Dec 13, 2011 at 6:37 AM UTC
Vultures would aim at the passage of children
they’d dive beneath garments and masks and myths
like you, they want truth, in its distant quarry
cut from loose disguise and weak belief
Yet, you are not content in the mind of a miner
to dig like a spear for warmth behind the armor
And when you have found some soft place of pleasure
You cant help but feel you’ve crawled back to the womb
so you won’t swoop down and peck the eyes of new life
for fear that in assuaging your hunger
you’re somehow giving in to the binds
of something unbirthed, primitive, weaker
I just laugh when you ask why
you’re eating scraps that are no more
then what clumsy vultures have dropped in flight
gristle that even the ants ignore
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