"Your Majesty"
Decomposing carcass ulcers in the day
Harbinger of the relentless sun
Burning at the retinas
Stinging already from previous tears
That try to wash away memories
And off in the distance
Over the sunburned hills
Like a gasp before death,
It hangs in time.
Approaching speed immeasurable
Suddenly like a Chicago wind
its majesty is upon us.
In flies the vulture.
Scars mysterious, yellow eyes of the haze
Bulging like a cyst ready to pop,
It hovers.
Surveying the wreckage,
It hovers,
But not for long this time
Swoops down to pick the flesh
Tasting decaying meat
A fine course for the vulture
At night longingly gaze into the sky
Tears slowly drop from Aphrodite’s eye
She watches the carnage with a broken heart
Her hearts’ rhythm of love will not start
Shoot an arrow in the sky as it soars
For Love, She wishes to even the score
Her tears belong to us, salt of the time
Fly away vulture, in fear of Love’s rhyme
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