A Sky Burial

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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