|January 2001 / Volume Two / Issue One|
Huddled round the dining table
heads cocking to and fro eyeing the meal,
feathered claws scratching out to grab a meager morsel
The true carrion is absent from this scene
devoured in absentia
any friend or family member will suffice
one is plenty to pick, claw and shred between them.
No flaw, real or imagined,
is left on the bone of this meal.
Sitting back they wipe the blood from their beaks
and turn their thoughts to dessert.
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