Lame Duck


Birds circle my lonely vigil.
They know the carrion that lies here.
Beware vultures the gun.
Wings settling near my gaping mouth
tear out all future words,
and blind me to the pain
of gorging beaks.
Stripped of every ounce of flesh
my bones whistle to the winds.
But how light this skeletal burden.
Loaded gun?
I grin eternal.

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