Friday, February 10, 2006

The Year of the Vulture

It is a giant gray-winged scavenger
with eyes black like caldrons and
wings so expansive that
they enshroud the nation in darkness.

I can feel the coldness
bitter and unyielding
that has descended,
taken root,
spreading, inundating, devouring.

It is the year of the vulture
ready to alight on the
festering carrion
murdered by fear’s rapacious grip.

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