Vultures Poem by shimon weinroth

Vultures



are not always dressed in black,
some have melodious rhetoric
whispering sweet nothings
addressing noble emotions

what makes them a species apart
they feast on their host
leave no morsel untouched
devouring the live,
the dead and their corpses

Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions
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