poetry
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CARRION
In the sky above our parking lot
Buzzards circle
Riding on updrafts
Never flapping
Stacked in layers
One above the other
Like platters
By Gene Lass
In the sky above our parking lot
Buzzards circle
Riding on updrafts
Never flapping
Stacked in layers
One above the other
Like platters
I long thought they were hawks
Eagles
Something majestic
Until I spotted them on the ground
One or two
Hunched on power lines
A gang of them
By the stop sign on the corner
Ugly and black
Avian thugs
Now, they hover over me
As I walk to the car
I watch in wonder
Then curse them for their mockery
I’m 54
Newly unemployed
But goddammit
I’m not dead yet
The road again
On the concourse
All aboard
Pack the cattle in
By Gene Lass
On the concourse
All aboard
Pack the cattle in
Call us up
Row by row
Pack the cattle in
Screaming babies
All around
Pack the cattle in
Concourse agent
Can’t be heard
Pack the cattle in
The smell of sweet-sour chicken hits me
On our no-meal flight
Pack the cattle in
It’s the passenger ahead of me
Chomping teriyaki jerky
Like it’s his cud
Here the cattle are.