Image: Mohamed Faisal

Vultures

The truth lies somewhere
between the valley and the river
down where boys in wild abandon
hurl stones at stray mangy dogs
emaciated vultures circle in hope
carried by stale warm currents
anxious to swoop down and feast
on tiny morsels of flesh, truths
abandoned, bereft of substance
the dogs wearing shrouds of deceit
chase away their tormentors, before
turning and falling down the cliff.