Caricamento in corso...

In Death


Bare, black branches
And forlorn grey sky
For my burial blanket.
You, vultures,
Feast on my carcass,
Tear at my fur,
Pull apart sinew and bones.
Your ravenous shrieks
Are my funeral pyre.
Take my body in shreds and pieces,
Stuff it down your throats,
Then lift me up on your wing,
Carry out your final task.
Help my heart soar
Free of Earth’s gravity,
Teach my spirit to fly.
I’m going home.
You have my flesh
As your golden coin.
Return to your nests
With full stomachs.
Feed your babes
With what was once I.
©Olga Gavrilovskiy 2015

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