I’ve never liked vultures.
Maybe I was brainwashed not to.
In movies like ghouls in the sky
I always saw them circling overhead
when someone was close to dying.
And I knew they was salivating to
macabrely eat the dead.
But now I see vultures as only
doing what they’re designed to do,
cleaning up the earth of rotting
carcases, like a public service, like a
street sweeper keeping things tidy
and swept up.

Bob Boyd