Things Unsaid

vultures have a bad name

carrion eaters, scavengers and so on

my mother-in-law with dementia used to say

and so on

when she could not articulate details

and needed you to fill in the blanks.

I see vultures, the Vermont kind

flying overhead looking for dead things

abandoned corpses of fish or rabbits

they wheel and swoop between the clouds

with their macabre version of an eagle eye

and when they see something they spiral to the ground

sometimes a wake of vultures land

all at once

and so on.

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