Carrion

Vulture fed but now disdains

Broken bones are left to parch

Bleaching life that was a soul

Carcass in the dying sun

Arid desert missing rain

Grieving tear was left unshed

Nothing flowers here to mark

Rest of such untimely death

Bud no longer cares to bloom

Fractured branch of withered hope

In the desert whispered winds

Break the morning into sun

Life deserted dry as bone

Vulture circles in the sky

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