King Vulture
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1 min readAug 20, 2017
It gazes into nightfall;
The King Vulture bristles
Over onslaughts under the vermilion sun.
Hands of corruption wore the Genghis gloves,
Writing tales of massacre.
They dress the carcass
In white silk kaftan
Before meeting their Maker.
Vultures taste the spices of Columbus
On their flesh — uprooted,
Like veils of post-colonial monuments:
Witnessing the loud crimson Silence.
Free fall talon grasp
Carry the spirit to the hereafter.
The undertaker soars on overcast fate:
Under nightfall lucidity
The King Vulture bristles
At the carrion call
Of earthly eradication.
