Otata 37

autumn's end . . .
a vulture turns over
the pieces

urban garden . . .
among skeletal trees
a vulture waits

summer grasses . . .
a vulture circles over
soldier's dreams

stricken ill
a vulture scavenges
extant dreams

dawn parade . . .
a vulture flies itself
at half-mast

moon halo —
the vulture eyes
a ring finger

Irish stew —
finnegan's wake
of vultures

branching out —
vultures in committee
form a quorum

a vulture
sniffs out the state
of Denmark

seventh day . . .
vultures feed on the
afterbirth

pas de deux . . .
a vulture outsmarts
the crow

darkening sky . . .
vultures keep watch over
a vale of tears

empty sky . . .
a vulture returns
to fuck all

in between flashes
the presence of trees
no longer there

the glory of being not as it seems