Now that you vultures
Have had your fill of flesh,
Swooping down from the dark
To snatch, devour and soil,
And sucking out red marrow
From every hollow bone,
Leave the hapless debris
Of human soul alone.
About Me
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- An amateur blogger, rather technophobic and always jittery. Unsure about most things and confused about the rest.
2 comments:
I still want to know the name of that vulture, remember.
Again...Most of your poems have morbid touch,dark and sanguine.But so powerful they are that they almost drag the reader and still the reader craves for few more lines.
Great work.
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