Two poems By MD Marcus
Vultures stinking rotting carcass discarded disregarded swarming until life’s departed descending unrelenting picking away decaying remains juicy vitals splattered stains identity unknown the bloodless heap will no longer atone spirit long surrendered nothing left but a few gnawed bones
two dead birds
struggling for breath, I will my head to think of anything else— perfectly formed calves, rhythmic footstrike clapping hard pavement, musical obscenities