[i called this "last rite". i was going to call it "fly carcass fly" but that didn't happen either and "untitled" is just too lame for me to use right now as well. Pax] Dead carcass in the road The exes swoop down Picks up Pieces… Feast on the famine of oxygen. Start with the eyes. Heaven knows that’s where it all began. Fitting it ends there. … … I… KNOW that frame Faster, faster to the remains of what remains Shoo! Be gone already. At least let me bury the rest. With incense only the dead can smell Let me bury this frame from the prying eyes Of the Vulturama Let me rest. … … But the thought says… The thought says, “Let the nature feed. I’m not there anymore. I am not there.” All at once Relief This spirit got free of you Returns to godhood Wrapped under God’s hood No burial necessary I’m not there I am not there I fly free of you Vulture, I win. I win. … … Last Rites © Tracy J Hutchings August 8th 2011
i walked in the rain with a depraved umbrella and thought "why not" and i did because that's the kind of guy i am - B IS for Stealing