The vultures pick at the carcase
Taking the best pieces angrily
They violently flutter around
Full of evil intent pecking and
Heart scratching, with menace
Fighting with each other over
The pickings of the skeleton
Itís now stripped bare;

Hyenasí chuckle and giggle
As they suck the bones dry
They think itís so funny to
Break off and steal rib bones
They tell each other non-PC
Jokes about previous bodies
Stolen and hidden from sight
They take their fill:

The sun bakes and bleaches
Whatís left a brilliant off white
Little left for worms and bugs
But they also enjoy the taking
Over time the bones turn to dust
And are blown away on the wind
Now there is nothing left to see
The area is trampled, stepped on
Stomped on just like before;

Itís like visiting your own home
Just the day after your own wake
Your coffin is now safely in the ground
You watch as memories are binned
People take your things with glee
From an old man of no real regard
The garbage pile is much bigger
Teddy bears, Xmas decorations
Photographs, keep-sakes, and
Things that made you who you are
I wheel round my echoing mausoleum
I have been stripped bare to the bone
By people who professed love
But that love was only for things
I look in the mirror; I am undone
Nothing to remind me but;
Written by David_Macleod
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