Always looking down
waiting
But now--
starving
There's nothing
to feed on
there's no feast
In a world in which
Death no
longer resides
The vultures...
Do buzzards eat snow
some say we will never know
Profound poem. Great use of metaphor to represent Government officials roaming like vultures. Full Stars.....*******
A place with no death? Interesting poem maybe they get food meat somewhere somehow. Plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'A recount.. of pandemic lockdowns worldwide
MJ They come to my front lawn and eat the squirrels But Good poem Bravo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a brilliant piece......thanks...