The smile of the Sun

Dark feathered shadows
move beneath,
the bitter smile of the sun.

Bones bearing
rotting flesh,
begging for the scavengers,
rattle in the death wind.

Carrion birds
are blessed
with a horn of plenty.

A mother weeps
tears of dust,
waves listlessly
as the vultures
congregate at the table
for the feast.

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