carcass of a hog
eaten by vultures.
the dominant one
hops on top and
pecks at the neck
just west of Farm Rd.
I slow down to witness
the day-to-day
life/death
the clouds drop a mist of
gray downward upon the
street, the car, my mood
everything somber.
I side with the hog as
I am feeling dead and
eaten by opportunists
superior in their nature
how calm the scene of
decay in the rain while
the hog is silent and the
birds are feeding
further down the lane
the greenery is broken up
by a patch of yellow flowers
above a runoff stream
in the dirt
I spread my wings and
try to fly but the mist is
heavy and I haven't got
the strength
not today
(My photos)
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