Wednesday, May 3, 2017

blood and money

the vultures gather
as the news
comes down
the vine of illness,
of bones about to rattle.
you can hear
their wings
flap,
their claws scratch
against
the wall safe,
nudging the heirlooms
gathering dust
inside the attic.
they come with solemn
jowls, in black,
but with sharp beaks
awaiting blood
and money.

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