Ha, just messing around. From the POV of the vulture. Hope you like it... C.A.
From the Vulture
Hell ain't pretty, but it's a life.
Shit, everyone has a job to do.
Sure, my face isn't all it's cracked up to be --
calling up death, blood, chill, the whole drill.
Someone has to come
from the devil.
When anything drops,
you can count on me, the damn
cleaner.
Right on time, I'm there, diving down
for a snack. Relax, people,
I have no desire
for kittens.
Aw, fuck, we were just hanging out.
Now the family senses something.
Word in the tree --
time to head into work
by the river.
My brother and I will take turns on the fish.
We'll tear her apart.
There will be no trace.
Good old Sam always saves me
the eyeball.
-- C.A. MacConnell
