Day 11: The Vultures

the vultures watch imaginary figures intersect

from chairback perch

the ornamental iron clicks and groans

with clasp-unclasping

<< husssshhhh >>

the vultures watch imaginary fires run

their flaming tongues from ankles north

to prickling burn retreat

their eyes the deep reflective black

of every screen gone dead

<< shhhhhhh >>

they snap their terse wet beaks

and wings tar-paper rasp & tremble

whispering imaginary endings
impatient for a fresh

catastrophe