Vultures twitter in the trees
A message carried by the breeze:
The herd, it seems, has bought their butcher
And he's a butcher they must feed
One who eats when they have fallen
Drinking only when they bleed
Bilious, glutton, gorged, lubricious
Puffed and swollen by his feasting
Spilling words
Like Onan's seed
David Seaton
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