The vulture circles
10 meters above
persistantly
The air is wine
On a giddy flightpath
above the fat mango trees
Of battered leather leaves
immature fruits
offering a thousand births
egg shaped
Under the grand bird
Wings perfect reach out like fingers
As it swings around the mango tree
Readying itself to dive
on some semi living ground dweller
The purple pigment of the mango skin
reflecting the vulture´s nobility
Saluting the hovering bird with purple glow
So alive yet in it's eye it sought the dead
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário