Vulturez

Cycle of life

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 to nowhere

To an act of nature that is void of emotion and seemingly brutally unfair
for in this, there are real rules

Reality snaps life viciously like a neck

Oh mother nature 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 ales you is finally gone

Vultures, circling above they finally 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.