Vultures always come in twos when a sky (under god!) perfumes
the heart and mind, like both of us
and then breaks into a room where the stinking flabby-limbed
always dart the heart (as I saw her do!)--
I mean, how can the rays and veiny leaves of my sunny day
compare to uncomprehending legs and arms
that won't completely entirely stop thrashing?
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Is there a connection between the appearance of these birds, and the gruesome life they live, preying on carcasses?
I've always felt their ugliness symbolized some kind of evil.
Or did we just think their appearance signified how they ate?
Does evil have a face?
Good questions, Curtis
By two vultures I mean one hideously callous act of betrayal--in any of its possible forms--and the third it always has the potential to destroy.
The vultures in my life--alas!--always wear the face of the ordinary.
Enough said or I'll become one of those pathetic poets who explain their stuff.
Let me say this again:
By two vultures I mean one hideously callous act of betrayal--usually involving two--and the third that always has the potential to destroy: the resultant stinking flesh of the act itself QED
vultures don't destroy. they clean-up/pick-over/eat
what has been killed and left to rot.
In Shingon, and other Buddhist sects/stream... they are "good" birds...
working at the National Zoo in the 60's... early in the a.m. just about dawn... walking up to the job-site... paused under a tree in which an hundred or so vultures were roosting... still asleep...silent... very eerie ...
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