poetry hour revisited

[alphonsedelove]

A Dreamed Realization

The carrion-eater's nobility calls back from God;
Never was a carrion-eater first a carrion-eater--
Back there in God creatures sat like stone
--no light in their various eyes.

Life. It was Life jabbed a spoon in their mouths.
Crow jackal hyena vulture worm woke to necessity
--dipping into Death like a soup.

-- Gregory Corso