crown

i saw that old vulture 

                      skin limed
                                      feet all pissed on

i see the thunderous waving
                                             the ripple of a wrinkle
        

                                  shook out
that old vulture, on the up draft

my sight of him is through a glass earnestly
but i know                                                                            the curve is there

i tried to hold him, in my bent tines

i cant show him the dance

                                          i move it lightly  in    the     dark

i dont think his feet move like these


repulsive talons
                                                            unclean flyer, am

                                                                                                                                              divider