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An Ode to Death

Vultures gather around us for an early morning feast.
 
Black flies dig at any rotten flesh around our lips and eyes.
 
A murder of crows wait nearby to claw out our soft parts.
 
Our bones once picked clean are dry and broken down.
 
Our remains are unceremoniously dumped into a deep dark hole
 
Where maggots eat all that remains of our dead bodies.
 
Until there remains nothing of us to show we ever lived.
 
©ronvdm777
Aug 2020
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