Invite The Vulture Not To Dine Poem by Martino Fortuin

Today I shed my final tear
Amidst that gentle voice I always hear
Though the text was soft and sweet
Life had pressed the key and hit DELETE!

Lo the news removed my gut
Like the scalpel, deeply cut
Time, the cure, improves my lot
Though some things in life, ne’er forgot

Tis rightful time to move along
Lest all wrapped up in woeful song
With the struggle more entwine
Eventually the vulture comes to dine

Set off then with sleight of foot
To fix myself upon green shoot
Quest to find a happy tear
And a gentle voice once more to hear

Martino Fortuin