#vulture
The old horrors are being unearthed
by crude picks and shovels
in the hands of small men,
dragging the dead back into motion.
Lords with pickled minds
spur feral animus;
the famished dead
advance, bellies full of hate.
Above it all, the vultures wheel,
refusing to descend and taste
such blighted flesh.
So I retreat into solitude
and curse the gods I no longer fear—
for I have known man.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 7:37 PM UTC
Four mice burrow
Four mice hunt
Three mice come back
The last with no luck—
One mouse eaten
Three mice safe
Three mice scurrying to get far away
Three mice burrow
One mouse halts
One mouse returns
The last being at fault
One mouse fallen
Two mice safe
Two mice padding, shaking their worries away
Two mice burrow
Two mice stay
A vulture swoops by the den
Holding the mouse that had gone astray
One mouse cowers
One mouse braves
One mouse is taken away, for the vulture's play
One mouse left
Three mice gone
One mouse burrows until their paws are raw—
Because in reality, life isn't fair to any faults.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 11:12 AM UTC
Today I saw six dead frozen mice
Dropped from the sky in a hurry
My girlfriend would like to see me dead
My organs all melting in slurry
My miserable, lazy, loud, invalid guts would make greatly.
A dinner for vultures who love and don’t hate me.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC
Rotting carcass on lover’s bed,
Gramophone hums the jazz of death.
Romantic candles cast shadows of tormented souls,
A whisper beckons, “Here we go down the rabbit hole.”
Cut into the flesh, take a bite —
Taste the blood of anguish, of spite.
This imperfect ritual extends till midnight,
Just me and her in the dying meadow of the moonlight.
Then I heard the vulture
Morbidly curious, ever so charming,
Wings stretching from heaven to hell,
Pecking at the dead, she laughs again.
“Would you like to hold my hands?” asked the vulture.
Love slips through one, while hate permeates the other.
“Hold them till death and be reborn as an undead.”
I comply, for I’m nothing but a love-drunk puppet.
Welcomed, fed, danced, and entertained,
All that’s left is to consummate upon her lonely bed.
Shrieking voice, hauntingly inviting,
Her wishes numb my knees until I’m kneeling.
The sound of a vulture, a symbol of rebirth —
Death is nigh, the voice whispers, “Lover, or deceiver?”
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 8:08 PM UTC
Vultures are the holiest creatures,
Tending with honor to the dead.
Bowed low to kiss the corpse,
With death covered wings and bare head.
They whisper to the frigid flesh,
Of words we could never hear, nor see.
“Your old name is not your own.
This dying earth; Not your king.
So forget the seeds that you have sown,
For I rename you “everything.”
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 7:18 PM UTC
I stand helpless in
the lake, where is the vulture --
that will rescue me?
Mar 24, 2025
Mar 24, 2025 at 5:10 AM UTC
A vulture flies over the hospital.
After a meal, we never feel full.
We eat it all, but it’s never enough.
A few weeks in here will make you feel tough.
Stronger than iron, but weaker than will.
Today, you are strong, but wait until
They change your meds, give you the wrong drug.
It’ll leave you angry, like a violent ****
Wait one more week, wait one more day.
Stay here forever, it’s better that way.
They give you warmth, and food to eat,
All of your meds, a bed to sleep.
But you cannot stay, your time here is done.
Look back at the window, the vulture is gone.
Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
from the bird in the sky
we hear no cry
yet it always hears us
it hears as our heartbeats quicken
breaths freeze
and thoughts race
it swoops down
tries to get closer
wanting a bite of our body
while we suffocate ourselves
with our tears
it can hear us no longer
though its wandering eyes search
we have build ourselves a house
that none can penetrate
but none
can
escape
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burn
Welcome to the year of the end,
you better look for better sayings when use a new pen,
see all your family before its too late for friends,
walk to all your enemies and make a mends,
how the hell do you ever get the message if it won't send?
make your mark on the earth before it really does end,
you could ignore my meta mind here,
all in me.
third eye not even open but I'm still woke,
stupid still drinking fructose in their coke,
but who am I to be smart like i have two lab coats and,
when i am a lab rat like the rest of ya'll without a poll,
to decide and vote where the universe might take us,
everyone deserves a purpose , the vultures take and leave us,
so while I sit and think how life could be different in mind,
all you human beings are still blind,
the light is all in me.
©abpoetry2020
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC
manager demanded: write
for all of 'em
conscience claimed: write
yesterday time
stopped passing by
yesterday i
floated above the
hudson river
grand mansions
polished shores
self-storages
swamps
vultures
scavengers
the pillage started when
scavengers pillaged
prey
don't get me wrong you
get me?
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
I am a vulture
flying in the sky
eating up my problems
coming in my mind
I catch up my faults
in claws, I coil
and bury them in ground
to fertile my soil
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 11:30 AM UTC
Young lives are being slaughtered by knives
law and order seems to have no power
to contain the gangs creating such strife
brutality grows not by weeks but the hour
these crimes getting rapidly out of control
with no logic to the mounting toll!
The gangs culture has been allowed to expand
cities towns and villages none are immune
in the present climate they are in command
too often on the roadside flowers are strewn
lawlessness spreads as people are oppressed
helpless we stand as a society transgressed!
A bleak future violence escalates and discipline
is now lost allowing worrying complacency in
surely it extends far deeper into our culture
where nobody can see that hovering vulture!
Now nobody is safe from the threat of violence
as corruption destroys human tolerance!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
VULTURE, circling
on the blood sky, shot
Dropping dead
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "Why do you bring death?"
Vulture looked at Crow
Said, "For the reason misfortune is your burden to bear"
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "And why must you taste blood?"
Vulture looked at Crow
Said, "For the reason your eyes catch the sunlight"
Crow looked at Vulture
Asked, "And why must we remain this way?"
Vulture looked at Crow
And he looked at Crow
And Crow looked back
And Vulture said, "We have known nothing more"
And Crow looked back
"Then we must learn"
"Then we must learn"
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 11:59 AM UTC
On the internet
I begin to fret
When I keep learning my worth
Like I have been since birth
This thing called online dating
Seems to give me my rating
The conversation is scripted
No matter how I've flipped it
I conjure a hello hell
When they answer
In the form of lol
They strike a ko
Once they type ****
And my skin starts to fry
When I read kthxbai
I'm left staring at a computer
Wishing I had been ruder
So I become jaded
And develop a slick approach
My patience has faded
And I start to think like a coach
Drawing x's and o's
To get people I chose
There are those that stalk
And those that balk
Some just want to talk
And it's never their fault
There are those that are mean
And those that are green
Some are just teens
All looking to be seen
I'm the watcher
Their profiles remain the same as days become the past
I'm the botcher
I either go too slow or too fast
So I stay perfectly still
And wait for my fill
I become a scavenger ravager
When winter comes I am savager
To those I consider mere passengers
Other vultures migrate south for the winter
I remain sedentary on a power line
Frost develops on my wings
I seek warmth to survive
I see a dying stallion laying in an empty field alone
I swoop in for the ****
My quest for survival becomes one of comfort
For the taste of the stud infatuates me
And my enthusiasm overwhelms me
As I eat through its exterior into its heart
I find its diminishing warmth unsatisfactory
But I'm caught in its rib cage
And what was once sustenance
Is now my blizzard prison
It's a big derision
Not flying through the air
But also not quite a pair
So I wait for a summer that may never show
My life lit by the computer screen's glow
Displaying faces of people I'll never know
My vulture's talons buried in desert snow
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 4:12 AM UTC
As I walked over the mountain tops
with glory in my hair.
I saw a bird upon the wing.
It floated in the air.
It hovered near, above my head
not leaving for a while.
Just glared at me, like food for free.
I swear I saw a smile.
I swear this bird, this soaring beast
had me in terrors grips.
It longed to be the end of me
to taste my blood... one sip.
But I was not a weakened soul,
and on these heights I strode.
As surely as the sun was high
and in this bitter cold.
This bird would never get to me
or strike in me a fear
of being eaten dead alive.
Worms crawling in my ear.
Oh bird alight, please fly away.
I'm fearful of your stares.
On this day, I surely know, you'll
linger in my nightmares.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 6:59 AM UTC
Sing, Sing, Sing,
Ruffle, trees, in the sound of the wind
Let not the cry bother you.
Dance, Dance, Dance,
Let not your father’s scent be lost for direction,
Sing praise, homeless bird, that the great vulture
Shall not tear off your wings.
Entomb your soul, and sing.
Return your being, and sing.
Flutter to the skies, and sing.
Bow your head to the noble talon and sing.
If you may fall, let me fall with you.
If you may fly, let me fly with you.
If you may die, let me die with you.
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
Go Ahead and eat my carcass like the vulture that you know you are,
pick away at my insecurities, you're good at that,
pick at me untill I'm skinned away of myself,
Till i'm nothing but bone,
like you want me to be,
Till you can no longer see any color other than white,
am i pure enough for you now?,
probably not,
pick away at the confidence i got from distancing myself from you,
go ahead,
strike me in my nervous system,
pick the most sensitive parts of my skin that you know hurt the most,
pluck out my eyes so i can no longer cry when you pick me apart,
please do,
because i know that as long as my carcass is here you'll never stop eating me alive,
eat away at my stomach from all the times i downed pills to get away from you,
eat my brain,
so that you yourself will die,
because my brains an acid filled abyss that you corroded,
eat at my brain so i can dissolve your soul away,
like you did mine,
and give me back my peace of mind.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
My eyes look up to the sky
To see
The clouds twirling with the wind.
A new shade of grey is displayed every time
Ribbons of thunderous clouds roll by
Two dragon flies collide
On this August night
They drunkenly hover near one another
I hear their tiny giggles
Then like a bolt of lightning, they fly away to hide
What appeared to be a dove in the air
Has transformed into a vulture
More ghastly than his mangy feathers
Is his cold stare
He has landed on the tallest grave,
He patrols the rolling hills
Made of endless tomb stones
Each one beholding a lost loved ones name
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
I was so busy building a wall to keep everyone out
that I didn’t realize I was locking myself in.
Now I’m completely trapped within myself
and the civil war for my soul begins.
I’m left alone to tear down a wall that was built to keep hundreds out.
My monsters are winning this war and I will soon perish in my doubt.
A vulture is the only thing I can see
mocking me from the boundaries of my wall.
Soon it will be his time to dine
as I think I’ll leave my body by nightfall.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC