We are the scavengers of the dead,
but we only take what is useful.
Not the brooch, but the food.
Not the photos, but the furniture.
It isn’t pretty, but buzzards
are never beautiful.
The function they perform is
cruel yet natural.
With our vulture’s grins we swoop
down and collect
the remnant of a life that was;
not out of greed,
but, rather, to survive.
© 2008 GuiltedLily Productions Inc
