Vulture Calls Poem by Gert Strydom

Who killed all of these
these carcasses of elephants,
buffalo and almost every wild gazelle
vulture calls to its mates

and descending, in a dark swarm
of feathers and wings
the pecking begins.

In the distance man drives off
with his implements of war
with military trucks laden with loot,
Who killed all of these
these carcasses of elephants,
buffalo and almost every wild gazelle
vulture calls to its mates

and descending, in a dark swarm
of feathers and wings
the pecking begins.

In the distance man drives off
with his implements of war
with military trucks laden with loot,

with ivory, meat, skins stacked
without a care
to the consequences of his deeds
and happily vulture feeds.

with ivory, meat, skins stacked
without a care
to the consequences of his deeds
and happily vulture feeds.