Vulturez

Cycle of life

Vulturez

A carcass

A starving artist
an unwilling mortar

in a place where even hero’s fall in disgrace
it’s the final scene that didn’t end like a sweet candy coded dream
in a gasp and a violent twitching of the nerves, firing on all cylinders for the last time
in an attempt at a grand speckle

Unfortunately denied, not caught by the untrained eye
legs running no ware

To an act of nature that is void of emotion and seemingly brutally unfair
for in this there are no real rules

Only fools who abide by them till they get broken by the very thing
like a neck

Oh mother will keep her population in check

As angels sing a forgotten song

Sirens; soothing your restless soul till death takes a hold

The pain that allies you is finally gone

Circling above they spiral down scavenging the ground
as they pick at you

Your spirit long ago left this place

You have fallen but, not in disgrace
as your death like your remains
helps keep alive the cycle

For you are the needed link in the chain.

by the unknown sith

 

Reviews

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This poem remind me short story of Franz Kafka artist of hunger. Your words are bleaking into eyes of reader with powerful force of decay. I like how you develop continuing of story when artist is death. This morbid sequence it's make poem more atractive . There is not too much writing like this on this web site like before . So it was also pleasant suprise for me to read your poem.

[The Unknown Sith]

ThnxQ. Your words do not fall upon blind eyes.