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Scavengers

Contributed by sillysal on Monday, 3rd April 2006 @ 02:03:26 PM in AEST
Topic: surreal

Cruising in the ooze of a vapid mind,
vultures peck, all bodies wreck,
for a scavengers’ meal that lacks appeal.
Bald, hungry, no affection
the dead lack protection.

No sense of direction, scent detection--
decay—a feast for a beast
who dwells deep within with a caravan.
Scrawny, wanting only to
devour, destroy all. They do.

Oozing in raw hide, birds tend to slip, slide
(lack the decency to hide)
meat, rank, muscles turned, ne’er fills up—wants more.
Their claws rake in each carcass,
digs for morsels in the mess.

Slurp the dry belly, pierce the heart, jelly.
Vultures never nurture
but teach their off-spring torture.
Bald, hungry, no affection
the dead lack protection.

Sluicing in the jam of a brain half-ham,
a vulture drools in the fool.
Dry joints, connections, are his confections.
Scrawny, wanting only to
devour, destroy all. They do.

A human crone to destruction is prone
within their hearts, in their minds.
All beasts feed on body, mind … e’en their kind.
Their claws rake in each carcass,
digs for morsels in the mess.

Sluicing in marrow they slurp tomorrow,
sip, suck, from the loins, muck.
Buzzards circle … dead eyes pluck, vultures tuck
into a ball and curl up
knowing they’ve run out of luck!

www.corona-ebooks.com (go to forum--SillySal's Ramblings)

Copyright Â© sillysal ... [ 2006-04-03 14:03:26]
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Re: Scavengers (User Rating: 1 )
by musicXisXlife on Friday, 14th September 2007 @ 01:39:00 PM AEST
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Oh wow. Great write. Pretty gruesome...but you did a good job making it gruesome!
Keep it up :D

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