The Vulture Poem by Vera Dike
The Vulture
Placidly roams- takes what comes
bare are the bones
nothing remains hidden
Between the skylines reads
the occult language of the stars
when soars
on the broad wings and the feathers
not innocent yet angel-like
tears the rift between the clouds
and folds the eternal peace
that holds the legacy of the deed
For the dead man tell no tales
but the tale of rebirth.
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