They circle over the corpse, hovering with anticipation. Their goal is to rip and tear and take what they can. To divide it among their plump-filled bodies. Like pirates who divide their plunder they press ever closer.
I stand in the heat of the moment like Anigone in the hot Greek sun trying to bury her brother with dignity. I feel I must swing at them as they swoop down. I know the corpse is dead, but I’m still here. False concern flows from their beaks, but their pressing and prodding show their real heart and motives. They want to tear the corps even while it is still warm and the pain is freshly bleeding in my heart.
Lord help us…
Shippy Woods 
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