Piece By Piece Poem by Dorsey Baker

It is easy for him
to be a buzzard!
because his appetite
is stronger
for the dead and gone
than for a human being
alive and living
in crystal clear skies
you can see him
flying overhead
looking down upon
the dirty ground
looking for
something dead or dying!
all the blood runs out
leaving the body
with no reason for
its daily bread
he comes to feast!
flapping his
angry wings
biting with
his bitter teeth
he comes to feast!
tearing out the heart
piece by piece!