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the vultures at the zoo
(all three of the)
sit very quietly in their
caged tree
and below
on the ground
are chunks of rotten meat.
the vultures are over-full.
our taxes have fed them
well.

we move on to the next
cage.
a man is in there
sitting on the ground
eating
his own shit.
i recognize him as
our former mailman.
his favorite expression 
had been:
"have a beautiful day."

that day i did.


Submitted by CJ

Added: 24 Feb 2003 | Last Read: 4 Jul 2008 10:06 PM | Viewed: 5965 times

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