the vultures are starving
i sense their famine
they want to feed on me
is there no more flesh
from yesterday’s kill?
i desire to feel scared
well, i should be
i could make for a hearty meal -
the cuisine to whet their appetite
like yesterday never happened
and tomorrow will come no more
full like a loaded gun, they’d feel
after feasting on my parts
they’ll burp their way to death
02.28.09
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