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“Let There be Sung ‘Non nobis’ and ‘Te Deum’”
-Henry V
Vultures circle high in the airy blue
At a distance elegant in their sweeps
Far from the planet surface and its sorrows
As if they are searching for eternal truth
In truth they are searching for something dead
A putrid corpse to rip with their foul beaks
A life interrupted, breath stopped by death
A pig, a cow, a snake, a me, a you
That dark and croaking thing of rot and slime:
A vulture is but a messenger of time
