Social Desert Poem by Leslie Alexis

Vacant, Empty, Uninhabited
yet full
the vultures come,
feed and leave.
They stand on location
get on the corpse
feed and leave.
There the young push the old
and the old does not care for the young.
Nothing else matters to them, but their feast.
The way they get on their way
They aren't bothered by others.
They don't mind them.
Oh! how Efficient, how Accurate.
Oh! how Deserted.

Copyright © 2007 Leslie Alexis