Carrion Eaters

Black flock
I smell a sick sweetness in the air.
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Silent and industrious and sure.
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Blood red heads and beaks sharp to devour.
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My skin crawls; I turn my face away.
Black flock
It is difficult to find beauty
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In such awful efficiency.
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If I could embrace the sight of you
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I could then embrace the whole earth.
Black flock
You know I am repulsed by you.
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You sail graciously off on wide wings.
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Your departure is beautiful
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You fly with grace unimaginable.
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You have done well the job you came for.
Black flock
The smell of death is no longer here.