Vulture

Supposed, the hunt
a witness not of the act,
but of the bearing,
taking as its own.

Not to kill, not to romanticize
it exists as fear,
a dread that sits,
but only when,
only when there is no breath.

The sand settles,
filled with the returned closure
of the loops that death once opened.

A vulture kills for what already exists
a massacre of the end,
what lays is terror.

petrified of the demise
blindness is but a mishap.

Be it cowardice,
jitters of being picked apart
lucid dreams before the blindness kicks in,
scenes of ecstasy the eyes cannot see,
the full and final elation,
no glee.

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