Staff Note: Deliciously dark. Love it.
let the vultures screech
for the flesh of your remains
as they plunge towards the
sanguine rivers soaked in the
fluids that ooze from the mouth
of your wounds like open lips
hungry to be saved - but no!
your limbs are torn, the bones
fractured, broken, mangled -
lain along gravelly stones whose
jagged edges, like hands,
clutch at the strings of your flesh
with no mercy and desire of letting go
and please let these cacophonous sounds
echo across the blood splattered skies
as these ravenous creatures feast
upon the golden prize beneath the
shattered ribs that jut out of your
chest like steel swords yearning to protect
the last, unharmed fragment of your being.
but these creatures beneath night’s command
choose to snatch the fist-sized
organ from the cage of your ribbed bones instead
and take flight, your heart dangling
from one’s devilish beak,
your severed head by another’s.