|Vulture cross section: From the Household Cyclopedia, |
scanned and reproduced by Matthew Spong.
The Vultures Weep Over the Beautiful Corpse
There are no tears that taste so sweet
as those the mourning vultures weep
when at last the meat's completely gone
and all that's left is gleaming bone.
All its sufferings calmed and past,
In death the corpse is who laughs last.
Spirit is not meat.
The vultures seek repast.
(Dorothy Potter Snyder, October 2013)