by Charlie Neibel

Created on: April 20, 2008

Come Hungry

Vultures,
come hungry
your speed
reflecting
your constant need
for inhuman feast

Eat this man
long gone
whose soul
refracts, leaving
flesh lone
longing for death

Invite yourself,
sweet connoisseur
of cold meat,
to this eager home
no longer
inhabited
by living creature

Descending,
you circle,
temptation is evident
your voice calls
asking for more,
thought knowing
the decision
has been made

This lifeless man,
though hardly
a man,
sits
compiled in
an awaiting mess

Vultures,
come hungry
come fast
come one
come many
your silent
meal awaits

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