This is the second part of A Vulture Tried to Eat My Face.
Having beaten myself into exhaustion
ascending a mountain I had no place on
a shadow slid across my path
before a lord of the sky descended to hover
just out of arm’s reach
a vulture, majestic and hideous
head cocked
blinking its oily black eyes at me
unabashedly curious
“Oh, my God!” I thought, “Look alive!”
so I straightened a bit and
picked up my pace, a bit
fixing my eyes straight ahead
as one does when being stared at
by a hulking eater of carrion
But then—for aren’t I of the dominant species?—
I stared boldly back at Lurch on wings
who then swept up and disappeared behind me
back to the sky, I supposed, back
to circling in that realm between God’s heaven
and earth’s death
Wrong
For the pink, scrotum-headed spectre
reappeared on my right side
and at the sight of the floating beast once again so near
I stumbled
the sound of my chaotic crumbling odd
against the quiet muffle of the mountain
whose heartless rocks
exacted from me their own price
being some skin along my arm—
and I was bleeding!
while just beyond the trail
high above the valley below it
hovered the dark creature
who, as I sat desperately clutching my fresh red arm
silently fixed his gaze upon me
wondering, perhaps,
if the God of vultures
had finally smiled upon him
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