Lawrence Hall, HSG
Decaying Orbits
Wild vultures swirl in distant elegance
Circling gracefully in the high, cold blue
Wings beating the downdrafts into place and space
Then orbiting down, a narrowing decay
And landing lumpishly upon the dead
Their distant grace was but foul deceit
Up close they know only vomit and filth
Their orbits have decayed into decay
Perhaps at a distance we seem beautiful
But would we want to know ourselves up close?
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