Vultures circle above the cliff over bodies lying stiff, victims of a fall
Thick jungle to the edge gives no vision beyond the hedge, where there is no recall
Fallen to the rocks below a hundred meters or so, angels that couldn't fly
There are no soft stones for even heaven's bones, where hardened scavengers cry
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Offline) - Published: October 29th, 2026 03:46
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- In collections: animal, Danger, Death, Deception.
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Comments1
A piece that says only what it has to say, finely done
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