The Vulture
October 25, 1999
Rebecca Bay
Life full of filth
Moving the stones and debris
I have set up for myself
Around myself to set me free
Ancient stones guarding the door
Entranceway to my heart
Been there my lifetime and more
Steadfast and doing their part
My past well forgotten by me
Remembered vividly by everyone
Loaning to look back and be set free
Being tied down captive by gun
Vulture overhead taunting
Flies down to gawk
Look of death flaunting
Then he starts to mock
“Invalidness behind the door
Yourself you’ll know no more
Ancient memories in need of dusting
Thoughts you will soon be busting”
Closing my eyes
Still seeing the vulture speak
Look of surprise
I glance once again to take a peek