A Sky Burial
The Vulture swooped down
before the darkness fell.
I felt it in my throat... a dull
ache that lingered
I’m too sophisticated and embarrassed
to have called it a broken heart.
That’s too melodramatic... but it sat
there regardless of my objections...
the vulture pecked away... heart
ripped out first...
So, melodramatic it was, I threw
the back of my hand to my forehead and...
what?
Wept?
No, not wept... no, I Cried! Cried
out! I Cursed love and life.
Anger flashed brighter than the
sun!
No, truly, the crying was done with
a long time ago.
Now, it perched, claws dug in at
the throat.
The heart feast over..., the devouring
was done...
It moved to the throat and waited
for the darkness to let go.
After all, the crying was done... though
it... the vulture clenched there... a dull ache...
Gone... talons worn down with time...the
stinging stabbing dulled... then gone
the knives...
the dismemberment of time and time forgot...
what is left stayed...
the carcass pecked...
all that is left of the last gasp...
a sky burial.
No, no, no, if only I would have
learned to love this time around...
back again to the sky.
No, no, no, if the earth would have
had me... another time around.
No, no, no... no lesson learned?
I think not.
I haven’t learned a goddamned thing.
I left love behind this time
around.
geo
06/12/2015
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