and at last the vulture, the last chain, succumbs
,becomes a smoke thatched soft and meat
wasting vegetable smelling in the grass.
earlier in its years a’gyre, a bird mapping ends, abounding over and—
eyes—leather poignant smelling eyes—the way stethoscopes learn breath—
the eyes—pink-flowered—black-seeded—scan delicious slippery after-hours.
and attunement
to that scent.
proclivities of sun
safe eggs, babies
pierced in mud,
learned again
at each left behind
just-screaming heat.
dung and spoils
learned again.
earlier still the down child, the learn to fly
a recompense for hollow, learning descent, just finest feathers. a fool. it went both ways.
it all began as
an entirely unremarkable
egg.